Thursday, August 21, 2003

Lay me down

I have slipped back into depression... I have been boarder line for a few months... but I have crossed over now... sigh... well life goes on whether I am depressed or no.

Lay me down the cold, cold ground, I will stand, will stand my ground. ~ We Were Soilders 

Once more I feel as if I have let some of my close friends down... I am such a mess... why do you people even care?

My life is a mess... and has been for ages...
I just hit the bottom... and GOD is now rebuilding me...
sigh... should have let HIM sooner.
I have reasons to live... sigh... I just wish life was easier

 ~ Traveller Gal, out!

Saturday, August 9, 2003

Dine Bikeyah?

Yesterday was good.  The day camps ended well.  ^_^

A teacher, David Sprinkle, encouraged me to focus on ministry to the Navajo.  I might, if my health holds up, in fact I would love that.  Right now it is just a big question mark, even though I did feel as if God was asking me to go to Dine Bikeyah back when I was 16.

As well, over lunch break I got to talk to Matt.  That was such a blessing.  Just talking to him helps me so much.  He is calling me on Tuesday, if something does not come up.

~ Traveller Gal, out!

Tuesday, August 5, 2003

Day Camps!

One day of camps.... (Legacy Day Camp).... the youth is so awesome, but their stores are hard ones.   I love this work... but it reminds me so much of what I have gone through that few know of.

My friends, if I am testy or overly questioning of you this week, please forgive me... I come home every night tired, and trying to sort out what I have learned and what these kids have gone through... and I tend to stay work mode... even here at home.

Oh, the picture is of me with a mosaic I made at the camps!

Saturday, August 2, 2003

The battles...

Awake and arise oh sleeper, for the year of thy mourning has passed from thy gates!!! Arise again unto thy callings and be renewed!
Why do I feel like my soul is ripped in 2?  Everything comes against me at once, yet I strive to hold my ground, as a good warrior.  But I am beaten to the ground, broken and crying.  Why Lord must all these things happen?  I just do not understand!  Yet still to You do I cling... what other chance of making it is there? 

The tides turn, some of the battles lessen, while others do intensify... A warrior am I, and a warrior I will stay... Oh, Father, put some balm upon my wounds that I might carry on!

~ Traveller Gal, out!