I did this post on my borrowed $20 laptop. The first of many.

Ah, the joys of restfulness. I’ve been out of camp about two days now and I am finding it incredibly relaxing. I slept enough today (surprise!), then I woke up and spent quite a few hours with my friend Lael. She’s really amazing. Ummmm…yep. That’s all I’ve got to say about that. In other news, since I’ve been freed from the Firwood contract I have enjoyed a beer or two with my folks. I gotta admit, a beer every now and again is refreshing.

 

On the other hand, the only thing I really desire to listen to these days is Rich Mullins. Firwood contract says we aren’t to listen to anything but Christian music at camp, and I like listening to not-Christian music…but for some reason the only thing I want to hear is Rich Mullins. I think it’s because it reminds me of Jesus and I like being reminded of Jesus.

 

I tried to go to church on Sunday. By tried I mean I got up and went, but when I got there, there was no service because the congregation was doing a service project. That Pastor Baron and his great ideas. I showed up and met a variety of other people who hadn’t realized that church was canceled either. Interestingly enough, all of them besides me and a guy named Wade were related to my friend Ty Johnson. Essencially I got to church and met his whole family there. They then invited me to go get coffee with them, which I did. It was great fun. Great people and great conversation. Mediocre drinks I’m afraid. Woods coffee gets a 7 out of 10.

 

My friends Josh and Becca Durias (who went to coffee with us) have one of the cutest babies ever. His name is Solomon and he’s pretty fun. He does this thing when he wants to go somewhere. He’ll reach in that direction. He wants to go all over the place. Over to where old men are, over to the water, over by the cars. Everywhere.

If he doesn’t get something he does the “please” motion in sign language. He also looks distressed while he does this. He was way into the cookie I bought for people to share. Mostly he ate it though.

 

I wonder if we ever do pull a Solomon with Jesus. I think that most of the time we just stew about our lack of a particular something. I don’t think we ever really ask enough. Sometimes I forget that He answers prayer, maybe I could learn a thing or two from this baby boy who fearlessly begged me for cookie. Could I fearlessly beg God for something in a likewise manner? What would I ask for? I wonder if I’d look as cute as Solomon to Jesus while I asked…Probably not.

 

It’s been interesting taking time to think about my experience at camp. I’ve talked with a few friends of mine on the phone and as I do I realize just what Jesus brought me to camp for. The person I was at the end and the person I was at the beginning are fairly different. Pre-camp Chauncey was a tired, bitter, and frustrated version of Post-camp Chauncey. It was a really good experience. It was incredibly hard at the beginning, but now at the end I see the change in me. I’m significantly happier and Jesus is very real (or at least our relationship seems more real than it did before I got to camp).

 

There’s this verse in Jeremiah that I’ve been thinking about lately. God says to the people of Israel “You shall seek me and you shall find me when you seek me with your whole heart.” I’ve been really quite excited about this. To be honest finding God is really cool. I’ve been doing it a bit at a time over the summer, I guess the verse keeps me pumped about doing it more. Seeking the Lord is fun, because when He shows up it’s always something I never expect. Really though. He asks me to do things that scare me. I’m beginning to become somewhat of a thrill addict in this regard.

 

I’m watching the Olympics right now. The female gymnasts are extremely impressive. I wish I had done gymnastics when I was growing up. If I could do a triple backflip I think I would be cooler. Maybe I’d just be more likely to break my neck though…