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west virginia: the speckled animal



so if this little tip on the far right (east) side of west virginia looks like the head of some speckled animal, then the blue county (berkeley), would be the creature's nose.

that's where i'll be all week.

i'm going on a missions trip to hedgesville, west virginia with a bunch of youth. we leave tomorrow. it should be a fun (read exhausting) week. pray for us as we not only try and share the love of jesus with people, but also try and learn how each one of us needs to 'share the well.' one of my goals as a leader of these youth from hunterdon county (the second or fourth richest county in the u.s., depending on who you listen to) is to demonstrate and teach that we can make a difference not so much by going on missions trips for one week each summer, but by sharing the resources and gifts and love we've been given. its a simple concept, really, but one we need to learn and relearn all the time.

you can also chuckle when you think of me this week because i will no doubt be taking every available opportunity to exhibit my ineptitude at doing anything with my hands, especially anything involving tools. as you chuckle, please pray that i come home with all my digits, appendages and faculties. thanks.

Comments

Joel said…
hey, if you ever want to venture a mission trip farther away, we would love to have you here.
monica
NJ Grandma said…
Have a safe and rewarding trip. The kids from FUMCTR just got back from Williamsport, PA and it sounded like they all had a great week - even our new Associate Pastor!
Emoly said…
I don't see the face of the animal. I tried really hard; I squinted, I tilted my head... I still don't see it. But I do see West Virginia. Have a great week!
Mary said…
i dont see it either. i was thinking it was turkey like..but then that would give it a wierd spike thing coming up from its back. i got the speckled part though...very speckled.

praying for health,10 fingers and 10 pigglywigglies
Have fun my brother! By that way, my wife tells me that is why God called me into ministry...so I wqould have Trustees. Because these hands and tools do not mix.
Crafty P said…
I'm sure you will create something beautiful despite your inadequacies with power tools, hammers and nails.

praying for a great mission and sharing of all your talents!

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