Parting is such sweet sorrow!

This week has been the hardest week for me here in the ZOO. I have been on a crazy little ride around life's opsticales and have lived to tell the stories. This sunday I was brought back to my earlier years of This Ywam thing. SO many fond memories of God's goodness, and friends that will do most anything for you, late nights doing bascically nothin and loving it more then I could imagin. I must confess in the simplest way I MISS YWAM. I miss the way you wake up heated beacuse you didnt get enough sleep and the minute you get in the pavilion you feel the presence of God and he rocks you. I miss how in the weeee hours of the night your bed falls through and you bang your head. I miss how at anytime you can see a man off God playin giutar for a pretty girl(I am giulty of that in occasion). I miss how you feel as if the world cant come close to beating you down and you go to a nation and Bless with merely nothin to offer but Jesus and that seems to be the answer. What a life I lived for such a sort satisfying time. But those days are over, now I find food stamps on the floor and pray that the person who dropped them wont come back for them, I search for beds on the street that can take the stress off my back that the masa whips on,I ask for medicine from the hoodrat next door to cure the marks from the nuse that they put around my neck. Being hung aint no laughing matter. My feet hurt cause of the tap dancing in the streets..."AS LONG AS IM HOOFIN". you can see where Im coming from now cancha. If the exageration puts you in a bad mood the heck wit you life isnt always as it is written. Just call me the modern day Yellow Jounalist or a Muckrucker. To sum it up I am trekkin on to a day where I will be basking in African Sun, have given all my possesions away and hold on to what is true.... Him who provides all my needs. Hold on my people more to come.
Tribes official Niggy