I forgot how excited I get when i look at my Artwork! I feel like screaming "YESS!!! I accomplished something!!!" I give total thanks to God and my Drawing teacher, Dave something! He was pretty awesome. Granted he did make cry like THREE times! (in the privacy of outside where no one would even notice me and where i could aks God why he gave me such a jerk of a teacher) But he did push me to my limits, almost to insanity, but I loved every moment when he would come over and critique my work. He'd just stand there, and all my work would stop and i'd stare at him. Wondering what He would say...normally he would say "It looks great keep going!" which was not what i wanted to hear! i wanted him to give me feedback, i wanted him to tell me what to do next. But now that I think about it, it just gave me a feeling of "smartness?" encouragement and a drive to keep doing what i was doing but even better! other times he would tell me what he "thought" i should do, but it was up to me. (again not really helping me!). well, he was a good teacher. I hope i can take another class with him. Is crazy fascination with "O brother Where ART THOU" SOUNDTRACK. yah, it was good. Another thing that i enjoyed were the people. There were about four or five other artists who were above me in knowledge...(i hate saying this...) and the rest were obviously below me in knowledge. Those above me a really looked up to. I was fascinated with there knowledge of drawing and it made me want to get to where they were. Especially this guy, Rocky was his name. He was amazing. I always listened to there critiques, and watched there style and way of drawing. it was a good experience. Even those who were drawing for the first time, I listened to there critiques. I leraned so much from those many classes in the Early morning. I can'e help but thank God for the opportunities He's given me.

anyways. have a good day.

p.s To my last post! Kc comes home to Texas this Friday!!!!!!!!!!! :)

ok. so i now have a scanner for my computer and i went bollistic with it tonight and decided to scan a ton of my drawn artwork.

some of them are "primitive" (i like that word) others somewhat recent. :) but it was fun scanning them and stuff.

so here they are. well three of them. i also went crazy again and put all of one of my art pads onto this art site i found. here's the link...

http://www.artwire.com/modules/profile/userinfo.php?uid=861

just in case. keep in mind, the first three of my artworks on this site were before i had a scanner and i had to use really bad art...ahhhck....nevermind. i won't explaine it.

hahha, well. i'm tired now. Goodnight.

well, i found some really fascinating sites on free-masonry and spiritual warfare and subjects of that nature. they're really good and i'd sugjest listening to and reading some of it.

http://www.ericbarger.com/

http://www.exmormon.com/audiolibrary.html

Holy Cow.

I think my old decrepid mouse just had a sezuir!

Alright. I'm back and I'm ready for action.
camp is completed. With many Godly convictions on the teenage girl's parts! It was quite awesome to watch. Now alls i have to do is pray that they don't forget the presence of God and His power that He showed them throughout the past four weeks of girls that i've "lived" with.

so. what did i learn throughout this last week.

I am not as "coherent" (?) to God as i once thought.
the situation was this.
so there was this girl in my cabin who was going into jr.high. all the rest of the girls were going into highschool. (yes, they normally try to keep the same ages in the same cabins, but through many divine plans and whatnot...i ended up with her.) so i could tell she was nervous and probably unsure of how to act around these older girls, so she automatically reverted to "annoying little sister" mode. Constantly not joins the discussions, acting like a baby and being annoying and rambunctious to all the other girls. at one point i felt the "need" to take her on a walk. no words were coming to my mind, so instead of asking the Lords guidance, i blurted out that she was being rude. not in a mean way. i said it quietly and calmly. and then i said i understood she was the youngest and blah blah blah...

so. that was that. i told her i wasn't mad at her. and let go and play some random game she really wanted to play. so i never thought much about that situation, but i felt kindof "bad" or "disgusted" about how i went about it. well, it wasn't;'t like i strangled her, like i almost did kat and mo...but still felt weird.

so the last day of the weeks rolls in, and it was our last discussion. i was heading towards the cabin. thinking of questions and stuff. when my other co-counselor, comes to me and says she is going to talk to the girl before discussion. i knew her intentions were pure and God-led. and then it was as if God was telling me "hey, i honestly, gave you the one-on-one time that you needed, that one day...butyou slacked of and let it slide. but don't worry, Sarah's (my co-counselor) has take it up." well. that's what i learned. i'm not sure how to put into words. Listen to God harder than you think you are. i'm sure you can understand how pathetic i felt towards God.

But, those are the times where He teaches me the most.