June 20, 2010
7:52 am: DFW airport, flight 1361: So far I have learned that everyone else packed their bedding and clothes on a truck that is headed to CO. I was told:
#1 one small duffle
#2 pack bedding.
I have, for a week, a pair of underwear and a Barbie pillow.
3:00 pm: Sitting in my bunk: Ahh… Jr High – it’s like riding a bike… I’ve learned: I’m still awkward, unsure and unpopular.
10:49 pm: Back in my bunk: Stephen spoke on strength; how much strength is required to be silently strong – appearing weak to the onlooker – typically the one we want to act/be the most bad-bottom in front of. It reminded me of the saying ‘walk softly with a big stick’. It also reminded me of the Karate Kid. It reminded me that I’m not really very good at this. Oh, I can walk softly, and I’m quite cute with the stick – I twirl it like yester-years rodeo princess baton queen – and the minute I need to make a point I wield it like Jackie Chan on red bull – 10 people dead, singlehandedly, but it was a very righteous beating, as I offered several chances for the meeting of my sanctified approval.
So, now I’ll have a nightmare.
Great.
Worship was awesome! These kids could teach their parents a thing or two – WHACK – where’s my red bull??
Stinking early call – reforestation – I feel so noble and green and eco-y.
Goodnight Mudda –
kate
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