about the title

Now that I've posted about my summer this explanation should make a little more sense. On the way from Ute Trail to Dallas at the end of our first session, our bus broke down in Amarillo, Texas, the most dangerous city in the entire state. Fortunately, we did break down in an actual city rather than on the side of the road. Kirk, Abbie, Josh, Reeder, and I were forced to be adults at 3:30am in a Pilot gas station after two weeks of basically no sleep. Kirk figured out all of the logistics with the bus company, and the rest of us kept our eyes on our kids, all 52 of them. We ended up spending about three hours in five hotel rooms at America's Best Inn and Suites; for real, those three hours might be the best sleep I've ever gotten in my life. As we were getting ready to check out of the hotel around 9 or 10 and figure out what to do next, Kirk received a text message from one of his buddies reading "may the vision of the Lord be the death of me", what a perfect message to send to five college kids stuck at a gas station with 52 high school kids. It's stayed with me, and I continue to refer back to it. My life is not my own; I want more of Him and less of me. I want to submit my life for His will... which means letting go of me to take hold of Him.