#goldenyl dustin’ them cars off ya know #younglife (at jumpstreet indoor trampoline park)
Sunday morning cartoons with my favorite people (at Frisco, Colorado)
One time Nathan wrote a book called “Party Time Santa.” It will be a bestseller one day. So until then, no, I do not have any copies.
Happy birthday AJ. I think you’re the coolest and I love you a lot. Hehe
"He and all his race showed small and ephemeral against a background of such immeasurable fullness."
He’s getting better at free-styling… Uke by @callieeddens
I just got back from my granny’s. It’s always a great time. A time for me to dream and to play with sticks again and run around and get dirty like a kid.
I’ve had a lot of people in the last two weeks tell me I need to think more realistically. But I’ve never thought that way. Time, distance, money - those things have never been in my decisions for some reason. I don’t like being realistic.
When I went through my little year and a half of “depression,” I notice now that I had stopped dreaming. I stopped having the weird hope of doing great adventurous things. More seriously, I stopped believing God could do those things. I started to fence in God with time, distance, and money. But our Jesus totally overpowers anything we can put up to try to hold Him in.
I love dreaming. I love thinking up crazy inventions or random companies I’m going to start up. When I was a kid, I wanted to be just about every thing “when I grew up.” I even created a whole blueprint of the preschool I would start, I had business cards for my detective agency, and I started making shoes out of bubble wrap and tissue paper.
I love inviting Jesus into my dreams. I love thinking up the most “impossible” things I could do for the kingdom. I mean, He already did it all for me. He already broke it open so I don’t see what’s stopping me.
I don’t know what I’m going to do, even tomorrow. But I’m beginning to see how good it’s going to be.
When I was in second grade, I dreamed of living in the mountains. Look where I am now.
I dreamed of playing with African children.
I dreamed of being a backpacking guide even before I went on the trail. Then I did, and I fell in love with Jesus, and I dreamed about it even more. So thanks, Jesus, for allowing me to be back on the trail this summer. And thanks for the great shape You’re going to put me in physically. Just kidding. But really. And thanks for all You have planned to make me fall even deeper in love with You.
I’m already dreaming about it.