hello!?

does anyone even read this?

the end.

The job has been great-but the best part of this summer, I think, is the ways God has worked in my life. I’ve never really had complete faith and trust in God (of course, I thought I did), but it happened this summer. I’ve learned that my timing doesn’t mean anything, only God’s does, and of course, that the only timing that is actually correct.

There are things in my life I’ve never really given to God, or confessed really, that I gave up to Him this summer. That is the greatest feeling in the world, the feeling that you are forgiven because you confess and repent. Things I’ve dealt with for as long as I can remember, things that I did in high school that I completely regret, but am afraid of what people will think of me. These things don’t bog me down anymore, and that is such a great feeling.

Anyone who knows me knows how sensitive I am. It is a problem I’ve been dealing with for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure what caused it, but all I know now is I’ve been prayerfully, with the help of some amazing people working on it. It is so nice not getting angry or annoyed over things that aren’t really worth it. I’m learning that these are attacks from Satan, and that it really isn’t my fault in the first place.

At the same time, what if I’m not being sensitive. What if I’m standing up for things I believe in, and getting annoyed at things I should be getting annoyed at. What if this is Satan playing a trick on me. Maybe I’m shrugging off things that really should get my goat.

I’ve learned this summer that worship is so important in my life. These past few weeks I’ve heard (and currently hearing) worship by amazing musicians about twice a day, and honestly, it never gets old. I love love love love love love love it.




Nobody here respects what I believe in it feels like. Everyone knows me as the good Christian boy, but around me they don’t act differently. I almost feel like I’ve made the environment too comfortable for them. Of course I want to be friends with these people so I can be an example and a witness to them, but at the same time the temptations that spring upon me are not healthy for me. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m home now, and man does it suck. It is almost like a culture shock - things are so different, people are so different. Frankly, it sucks. I need to find middle ground to witnessing and being corrupted. Could you pray for me please? `


Final words of Marc. Thank the Lord for amazing mentors who listen to you vent for hours on end then end with amazing encouragement.