Tuesday, June 30, 2009

All Good Things Must Come to an End...

Today was the first weekday in nearly a month that I didn't have something YK-related. I have to say, it miss it something awful. I always forget how much I love the whole experience. Sure, every year I have one day where it's like a constant mental breakdown, but the next day I'm right back to normal.

In memory of this year's YKBS here are some pics (and vids) from the year.

We had rapping lions:

A clumsy princess:

Monkeys galore:

An in-charge Ocelot

A musical crew of Pirates:

Old British Toucans:

A sleepy Sloth:

And a Sneezing Tree Frog:

There were also Crickets, Crocodiles and an Evil Sea Serpent who ended up accepting Christ because of the inhabitants of Shepherd's Island thus becoming known as "Nessie". He was names after Pirate Sparky's Cousin Nessie (she had a scaling problem...) Many shenanigans went on between shows and in rehearsals. Everything from the firing off of Diet Coke and Mentos to random dance parties and trust falls. It was insane, but I loved every minute of it.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Right Now...

I NEED MY INTROVERT TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Lions, Pirates and Monkeys... OH MY!!!!

Well, VBS starts tomorrow. I am really pumped to see how our shows go. I feel like we could have used an extra week for rehearsing, but I know that ultimately God will either let us succeed or will use our failure to teach us something. I am excited to see how He uses these next 2 weeks. It's been interesting helping direct again. It's weird that this time last year I was trying to help comfort my mom as her mom was dying. It's been a little surreal being back with the people who comforted me when I found out Grandma had died. Things are very different now.

I've been having a rough time recently being with these friends of mine. I love them all dearly, but I feel like they don't quite understand what I've been through in the last 12 months. I feel defective next to them. It's like, I'm still healing and am scared I'm going to ooze on them from my still fresh wound. I want to talk about it with them, but I don't want pity. I want to be able to just talk it all out, but there isn't the place for that.

My friends are still young. They are in high school. I used to get annoyed when people would tell me there is a huge gap between high school and college, but I understand now. We see things differently. I'm becoming bitter, they are still hardcore in love with God. I am not.

I am tired and never feel rested anymore. Maybe it's time I look for a therapist here in Hilliard. I'm starting to feel the cloud move in again.

For tonight I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'm exhausted and have an early morning ahead of me.