Am living in a little camper Dustin (our intern preacher for the summer who is from West Monroe, La.) named "Lil' Mimi" that has a "3" sticker with angel wings on the front window. If you don't know what that means go back to Redneck School. I am quite proud of it. :) Since I'm the only female permanent worker (apart from Miss Daphne, the matriarch of Bayou Recovery Project), I get one all to myself! My first day saw me riding around from jobsite to jobsite delivering various tools or supplies with another volunteer here who lives at "Bayou Estates" (our fancy name for the group of trailors set up by the Community Center), John. He's from Dublin, Ga. but knows how to properly pronounce "Na'orrlins". He's Baptist (i.e. alcoholic) - he says where there's four Baptists there's a fifth. So he got excited when I said I wanted to get some gigs around the area, so we drove down to Dauphin Island and over to Rodney's here on the Bayou, which is mainly a seafood house (STINKY) but has a lil honky-tonk. Mr. Rodney was all about it, wants to have a big boil and me the featured entertainment. I went and got my guitar and played for the guys in there - made $3!!! :P Miss Daphne got there and was a little miffed at us for being at a jook, knowing John was upstairs drinking with the locals and here I am this nice Christian girl playing music for heathens. Such is life for a musician. She said if I got mixed up with any of the boys who hang out there she'd send me home to my momma, haha. AS IF. Frankly if I meet another nice (or otherwise) boy (with long legs, plays rugby and/or wears glasses) it'll be waaaaay too soon, UGH. After that we went back down to the beach at Dauphin Island and played and kicked the rugby ball (Ugh, Jr.!) and swam and all that. It was good for my soul cause I got some bad news this afternoon, which is just one of those things where God knows better than you but you want what you want so you have to pout a little bit but then just put it in perspective and understand that God wouldn't take something away from you if He didn't plan on giving you something way better. I truly believe that.
The next six weeks will be interesting. It's definitely time for me to re-focus on my faith. I've allowed myself to become distracted during the first part of the summer. It's scary how quickly and easily that can happen. I once heard in a Sunday School class (taught by Don Keefer in Raleigh, N.C. actually) that your faith is like a big rock you have to continually push up the hill and as soon as you stop pushing, it'll roll back on you and you'll regress. It's my prayer that I can do something constructive with my time down here and grow spiritually. There's definitely A LOT of work to be done, so it's time to focus and finish.
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