Apathy....ugh...

Sorry there hasn't been any recent posts...but fear not! The time has come for another therapeutic release.

This summer I've turned apathetic. Lately my phrase to many things has been "Sorry boutcha." Why is that I wonder? I mean, what happened that made me stop caring so much? I have a camp shirt that states "Kill Apathy" yet being here at camp has somehow made me apathetic. Ironic, I know. I'm not apathetic towards everything, let that be known. But this is becoming a challenge for me, to care more than I do. I mean, heres what I was thinking about earlier today (forgive me for using a Christianity cliche.): What if when Jesus was getting ready to be crucified He'd said, "Sorry boutcha y'all, but I don't care what happens to you. I'm not going through all that for y'all. No way." Thats totally not what He thought. He cared. I need to care. Period.

Great day!

You know how every once in awhile you have those days that are just so great? Like nothing exceptionally special happens, its just a good, good day. And at the end of the day you just can't stop smiling. Perhaps, as in my case, you just spend the day catching up with some old friends. Or you've completed a project you've been working on. Or anything really. But it just makes you so happy. I'm thankful for the simple, joyous days like today!

Story time!

Once upon a time there was a bird that lived in a peaceful forest. This bird knew everyone in his wing of the forest, and it was cheerful place to live. All the birds in North Wing would sing together everyday. After their morning medly they'd hunt food together and parade around the sky simply enjoying each others company. However, as the bird grew he began to feel very restricted with the other birds in North Wing. He felt as though they thought they knew him better than he knew himself and would tell him what to do, and he didn't like that. So the bird, always wanting to travel and meet other birds, moved to Center Park forest. The bird quickly felt at home in the new forest and made many great friends to sing and fly with. But shortly after his move, the bird started feeling the same confinements as in North Wing. The bird felt like he was in a cage everwhere he went. The other birds had their own expectations for how he was to sing and with whom he was to fly with. He couldn't understand why it mattered how he sang as long as he sang or who he flew with as long as he flew. Feeling like no one understood him, one Sunday afternoon the bird decided to take a long flight alone to think about these things. Why did it matter how he sang? Why was he created to sing, for that matter? Why did birds have to fly? Why did they have wings? Why did the other birds care what he did? Deep in thought, he began to notice he was no longer flying in the forest. When he looked down he saw people walking anywhere they choose. They were free to walk wherever they wanted with whomever they wanted. They didn't have the worries of singing the right song or flying with the right birds. With a long sigh the bird whispered to himself, "Oh, that I had the feet of a human I'd walk away and be at peace!"



Psalm 55:6 "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest"