Hi there! camps started on a tough note somehow.Did I tell you that what we had this week was not a regular camp?Well that was it so this private school brings students to our camps and they won't let us run our programme like we normally do and so we ran it the way they wanted it to go.It wasn't much fun because we never had ample time to interact with the kids,but I tried as much as possible to impact on some of the kids in the little time we had with them and I led 5 boys to christ and I taught a missionary story to all of them which they really liked.Less time with the kids meant more time to ourselves so I got to read most of this book I was given by my mentor 'parenting adolescents'by Kevin Huggins of 'the navigators'Don't ask me why I'm reading a book on parenting,won't I be a parent one day?Anyway it is an extension of our major study'inside out'.And it just came into my mind when you mentioned that your mom doesn't fancy the idea of you calling me often.Among many things I learnt form that book is that your parents wouldn't like you to be involved in a serious relationship atleast before you clear high school because they don't want you to be a fueler.In a relationship there's fuelling and draining,so if you became a fueler for instance in our relationship(which sometimes is the case) and if anything happened to break our relationship you would for instance resort not to be any man's fueler or everyman's fueler,so I completely understand your parents fears and I have no problem with that.I don't intend to drive you extremely crazy in this,we'll just take it slow.Did that fuel-drain talk make any sense at all?Never mind if it didn't I simply meant to say that I'm not irritated to know how your parents are protecting you from any heart break but I must say that I enjoyed talking to you over the phone last friday and never mind about the lie I suspected you must have been joking,and hey don't mind my extremely off-track random questions sometimes.Right now I'm heading home to see my family and I'll be back this way tomorrow morning.See you on the blog,and good night,have a blessed sunday service tomorrow.
GB
No I haven't taken keen interest on spere's literature in high school I did a lot of literature by African writers but that sonnet stuff is kul.Sorry for the flu, how are you feeling now?

This week has been a straining one. I've had so much homework, but it's all for the best, right? I am meeting with a missionary from South Africa on Sat. morning. I'm exicted. I don't even know who this woman is, or what she looks like. This man at my church told me I should talk to her before she went back to Africa. My dad's birthday was on Tues and so my sister came home for about an three hours that day. It was nice. I suppose that you don't have any plans for Thanksgiving but camps? Her and Jeremy are coming to our grandparents house for the weekend. It should be lots of fun. I feel really bad that I haven't been able to call you. My mom isn't real excited about me calling you often and I think that it's important for me to at least try to respect that. I also had a really good talk with my dad the other day. I love those talks when I can just feed off his wisdom. Have you read any Shakespear? That's some ofmy homework-memorizing sonnets, not that I mind a whole lot. They are beautiful.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
I miss you so much. And my homework beckons. Sweet dreams and I hope that you are learning and I'm excited to hear how you are growing.

Yesterday I woke up to a winter wonderland. It was beautiful and even more beautiful because it was covering up all the bleakness that fall leaves behind. However it didn't accumulate to anything. I'm sorry that I haven't been more faithful these last couple of day in writing, but I've had the flu. That is also why I haven't called but you will find all of that out in due time. I hope that that hasn't made you too upset but I'm sure that you are doing a good job in camps anyway. I will try this evening. OH and I lied the other day when I told you that it was Friday. I don't why I said that. Maybe the hope anxiety for Friday to be here, I don't know. My friends come over to seee me when I was sick and it made me feel really bad because I felt like I wasn't entertaining at all and they were bored, but I was really happy that they thought of me. Last night, I was looking through my memory box at all of the stuff I've gotten from you-cards and everything. I thought to myself, "God has blessed my life so richly to have a guy like Gideon." Then I went to bed smiling thinking of you and I had one of those 5-sec. dreams where you were at my house meeting my parent and they absolutely loved you.
Bethany