Home from camp. So much to talk about but so little to say...God is good, He was there--like there were any ever doubts--a lot happened to me at camp, but nothing at the same time. It's hard to explain. I cried, commited, bowed, prayed, praised, listened, and adored...i decided to follow Christ and forgive myself, still i have no answers. I prayed about TP and I a lot. A LOT. i heard yes, i heard no, i heard silence, i heard noise...everything i heard was negated by soemthing else. Everything but this--forget the past. Let it go, cut it loose, leave it behind, forgive and forget. I hope that i know what that means. I can't comprehend it in all angles, but for now i'm believing it to mean shut up, stop asking, move on with your life and trust me to handle the big stuff (and the little stuff for that matter). The great thing is that I know that God can do it. He's got everything figured out so i don't have to. It's my job to live righteously, to separate my emotions from my decisions, and act according to His will. I don't suppose i'm trustworthy in your eyes...really, i wouldn't trust myself...but I've invited God back by my side to help me through this. i cannot fail, i will not fail, i MUST not fail.