well here i sit in silence, it's very late, and i should either be in bed, or doing hermanutics, or lit, or even Spanish. i've slacked off, and i feel guilty for not feeling guilty- i swear i must have some jewish , or catholic blood, maybe both....
Tonight went well with youth, although i totally stunded every one with my butt wipping anology-- Even Teresa had that look like oh no andy- but stew said it made it very clear-- i am mister base sometimes i can't stopp chuckling as i type. but it got their attention.- i'm comming to realize that the message speaks for it's self, and what they do with it is what they do-- i can't go on waving the flaggs, and shooting the darts, or whatever i fear needs to be done, if a student slakes back-- it is the Holy Spirit who deals with each soul.. not me-- no matter how hard i desire to reach them.

still here i now sit, teterring on so many edges- wanderring if i'm truely list'n to the Holy Spirit as well. one minute i'm super andy the next i'm a song by shaun groves. i better go who knows what else will spring from my finger tipps-

Father God i beg you to forgive me of my unbeliefe, i thank you for your ever present Grace