Back again

As I lay in a different place tonight, I'm reminded of living here before. It's a little different (I'm on a pretty old hide-a-bed) and a little more cramped (I'm in a hall way), but still good. The value of this place makes the physical discomfort totally worth it.

As I lay in bed, eventually drifiting off to sleep, I'm listening to two guitars strumming in the living room. The music keeps changing from not really anything to a random worship song, back to nothing, and eventually to some top 40 hit. I can hear bits of conversations too, the left overs of the small group bible study that met here several hours before. One friend is studying the human body in his room, and another has already drifted off to bed. Each person seems to individually be at peace with wrapping up their days in this place.

This place has a culture with it. A community that continues to grow and expand. It's strange, and changes, but is good at the same time.  That's my random thought for now. That's what I've got.