For once,

 I've said it. I've meant it. 

When it comes down to it, it's always you and God in the end. How beautiful. Here's a thought I wrote this weekend in Santa Cruz:

There’s something oddly refreshing about sleeping bags. Adventures that involve a house of 6 college students. The Santa Cruz homeless. Crocs in a river. Feeling genuinely hungry after a day of walking.
    I think that’s how my relationship with God needs to be. I need to make every day some kind of an adventure and take time to sleep in sleeping bags. I need to really know what it means to be hungry for Christ in a way that says, “I’ve been walking for so long and I just long to unwind with you.” I simply desire to let out a real sigh.

            There comes a point when you understand that. God, I hope I’m close. 

Here's to that: Enjoy today, for it may not end the way you thought it would, but perhaps that's for the best.