Last weekend (Aug. 23-25) I was able to get away from it all. I didn't expect it and certainly didn't plan it. It was Friday morning, I was barely awake in my bed when my sister decided to text me and invite me to go camping this weekend. I've never done real camping before. The most time I've spent in my tent was on the world race using it as a home here and there, Not really camping I would say. I was excited however, there was something in my way. It was 23 miles of road and no way of getting there. So, I did what I knew to do. Set out on my bike. Lets just say after 23 miles of biking I was sore, tired, had knots in my legs, and my bike was broken. 

The beginning of this month has been like no other. I started it out house sitting for my closest friend and their family. I'll be honest, I wasn't to excited about it at first. I was going to be in someone else's home for 5 days and 4 nights ALONE. Now, I'm a introvert, I like to be alone, so I should have been excited. The family left right after church Sunday, and that's where it all started. First I had a fever, I laid on the sofa, my bed for the next few days, and flipped back and forth between baseball and NASCAR. Eventually I settled into a couple movies and tried to relax.

Monday morning came and it hit hard. God showed up in this time and wanted to take care of a few things in my life. By the end of the day I had nine handwritten pages of personal growth that God worked on. It was a hard day, God used it to expose the lies spoken over my life by the world.