So 2009 was my Exodus. It wasnt about me, though. It wasnt about my going anywhere. It was about God making Himself known to me. Not that there were 400 metaphorical years of silence to come back from or anything, but i sure learned alot. The beginning of 2009 wasnt great. Grandpa died, Mel had hip surgery, i watched her hurt and recover. What i didnt see was how God was in that healing. I didnt see that God sat on that row with us during singing chapels and we had the best times of any chapels. I didnt see God in saying those desert island scriptures with such gusto. Now i see that He was sure as anything there, but then i sure didnt. And summer rolled around. And camp was great the first 2 weeks. But i had that 'thanks, God, for these awesome things' mentality. Senior high came, though. And with it, worship planning. Thats when it all started to change. We were talking about seeing God. God let me process and ramble on about how we need to be able to see Him and we need to let other people know that they have that opportunity. WOAH. So we passed out strings and told people what to think when they saw them. And then we all went back to our houses.