I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

So I've been thinking about our youth group. No matter how much Stan coaches me to focus solely on the ones who want to make it, there's something in me screaming to do something about those we've "already lost." I don't know why, but... Argh. Anyway. If you pray, pray about this. If you don't, pray about this.

posted by Emma @ Sunday, June 22, 2003