"Oh her eyes are amber-fine/ Deep and dark as wells of wine..."

Wow.. I feel like there's so much. The prayer conference in Branson, Missouri was awesome. It's prolly the closest thing I've found to a camp at Living Waters so far. And my the strange things working in my soul....

At the prayer conference there was a special corporate prayer thing to pray for those who have been wayward/slack/just nominal about their faith to become passionately on fire for God again. I know that sounds boring or bland but it was so good. Even though we didn't sing it, the residual song from last week is

"I get joy just thinkin' about
What He's done for me
I get joy joy thinkin' about
What He's done for me..."

I don't know who sings it but it's perfect. Everyone around me seems to think I'm going to be getting married soon. While that does annoy me sometimes, it's also just seeming more like a sweet promise than a frustration that I "don't have someone" yet. I think what I've noticed the most since I've been home is what a lack of seriousness my friends have towards their faith. But some seem so close to the edge of being on fire if someone would just show them and teach them how to be passionate about God. *sigh* I did miss them dearly the week I was gone.

And oh my, the change in my heart after going back to Missouri. I was born in Kansas City, Mo. I never even visted the Ozark Mountains (southern Mo. (they're actually 1/3 the size of the Blue Ridge)) when I lived in Missouri. But something there called to me. I mean, I thought it was beautiful while I was there but when I came home to the mountians, it wasn't the same. I've always felt this peace or settling in my soul when I've come to my mountains after being away... but this time it didn't feel like home. They didn't feel welcoming or comforting... they didn't feel like the resting place they always have. Strangly the Ozarks seem more like home. I almost shudder at that. I... *sigh* how do I describe it? Part of me want's to go back to southern Missouri because it... it... if feels like my own, my native land? And the love for this place that I've just visited for the first time is so strangely strong... but a large portion of my heart belongs to my friends here. It's just that somehow it seems like my heart doesn't belong to the mountains any more. That's so unnerving. I want to be happy and settle down here. I love my friends so much. It's like I've finally found my place here and there my heart up and goes somewhere else on me. I dunno... it's weird to say the least.

I'd post more but I'd like to go to bed now... I do have pictures of Branson and Table Rock Lake (in the Ozarks) and hopefully I'll have them posted here or at my picture website soonly. Anywho.. I love ya'll! I'm off...