Whatever happened to the lost art of blogging? Really. I don't
feel the need to do this as much as I once did. It's kind of sad
but also somewhat expected all at once.
I'm working at Camp IAWAH in the thick of some crazy community
issues. There's always issues, isn't there? That's life. The beauty
is coming out on the other side of it all. I remember cold mornings
in St Catharines and a Kicking Horse coffee being guzzled down
on my stressed-out coffee break. I remember taking call after call
from consumers who cared more about products than people.
I remember all of these things.
And now I am here.
And it's good and bad all at the same time.
I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way.
May God show us His true self and in the way we interact with people.
