nigh wasted

my life's a metaphor..


I type this post in sleepiness. I have returned from CK Camp, and though I did get more sleep than most others, I still feel very weak. The camp went well - I learnt many new lessons. Fellowship was hospitable, although I was surprised by the antics of some. However I'd wish people would interest themselves with praising the Lord (singing) over playing cards.

The campsite was purpose built, unlike the multi-purpose site KS used (which was south east, beyond the cemeteries). Anyway, it didn't rain much during the camp - thank God for the good weather.


I bought a new pack of balloons, but left it at the counter. Seems like God doesn't want me to be as a clown - His will be done, though I feel regret at the money lost. Yet, the Lord is able to give me more than these.