i am back in the boro again...it was sad leaving all my friends at home, because i won't be back for a while, but it's time to make some money. we had band practice tonight for an event next saturday at the bcm. we are playing a bunch of rock songs and supposedly will be performing on a flat-bed tractor trailer...haha...it just makes me laugh.

bonnaroo was happening and it would have taken forever to get home, but i took the backway so it wasn't too bad. the way back was peaceful, so overall, i enjoyed it.

i am constantly reminded lately of God's faithfulness. its like the story of the prodigal son. he is waiting for his children to return home and shower them with love. water for the thirsty, peace for the distressed, rest for the weary, hope for the hopeless. he is there with open arms as his children awake to his goodness. i want to take so much upon myself sometimes. to do all i can to make things better, but it is in those times that He just bends down and picks me up like a father his son and says, "i love you son" as he rocks me to sleep. what better place is there than in the hands of the father?