Wake up find I'm in a hole,
I wonder what happened to control,
At least I'm not all alone,
Oh what a, Sweet life it is.
Oh what a , Sweet life it is.

I know that He's got my back,
from morning 'till I hit the sack.
He's always there,
Oh what a, Sweet life it is.
Oh what a, Sweet life it is.

That is the little song that me and my campers week eleven sang, every night before they went to bed, and before every Bible study. He's has always got our back, and those little young men understood that. When I sit down to write these blogs, I start with an idea and then I ramble I feel like, so here goes nothing.

God loves me. I know this. If you know God, then you know this. Because he loves me, I have the responsibility to love others, and there is only one way I know of to do that, and that is to, in some way, convey the message of Christ to others. Recently I have had a lot of opportunities to tell people about Christ. I find that the more I say His name to people, the more I want to tell others. It seems as though every time I go to starbucks to get tea, I tell someone about Him. Sometimes I get nervous when I am about to lead into the "Jesus" discussion. But if I don't tell them, who will? Am I going to leave the responsibility of the great commission to others? umm... no. This thought really makes me ask myself, if I don't love this person, who will? I begin to look at all my responsibilities in life and ask myself this question, who is it that will take my place if I don't do it? Most often, when it comes to loving the unlovable, or reaching out to someone, I find that I don't know who will come into their lives to love them or tell them about Christ. I cannot live with that answer. God gave us the beautiful sunrise, he gave us the stars, he gave us eyes to behold the majesty that He has created, isn't a shame that we sometimes miss that? Likewise, he gave us a heart, isn't a shame that we sometimes don't use it? We must love, in any way that we can. He loves us, and I pray that He may use me to love others.

As I walk, to the other side of my life,
I can feel the broken road that I am on.
There's no light, shining down on this street,
but I hear His voice calling out to me.

"Come home today
Come home today"
And I know that I'm
Souly broken here,
so I say,
I'm coming home today.