I'll write about the camping/ hiking trip l8r(later, folks) I just wanted to reveal my battle wound. It's yellow and filled with liquid. Gross? No. I've never been more proud. I put meds on it last night so it doesn't look near as brutal. Trust.
Stratch what I just said. If I'm doing this then I'm not stressing about how I need to school so badly but I manage to not do it. OMG WHYYYYYY
Anyways, enchanted rock was quite enchanted.
I had a great time. I like hiking. Shocking, I know.
I was hoping that we would discuss God more.
We hiked up a mountain and slept on top.
Things to learn:
-Constantly being on-the-go isn't always the best. I would think if I missed out hiking this trail then I would miss out on a lot. However, you miss out on just relaxing with people.
-People have deep wounds. People hid these wounds very well. People need hope. People are searching so desperately to fill the emptiness we all have.
-God's art is cooler than your photography
-It's wrong to make jokes. Let me explain, hussy. I don't want to crack a joke about alcoholics, eating disorders, drugs, etc. Not that I want to walk on egg shells. I just need to learn how to be sensitive with what people have dealt with. I never want people not to become undone in front of me because of inconsiderate comment I made.
Let us become aware of what our lips release, so that our wounds can be exposed in this community.
Nutella. H2oh. Wind. Cliff bars. Hiking. Bare minimum amount of sleep. Creepin'. Huge rocks full of enchantment. Nature is my homegirl. New pals. Spelunking. Mountaintop sleepin'. Steepness. Moonlight. Sundancin'. Head lights. God, I love nature.
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