Well thursday morning i got up in time for the morning lecture, and discovered that i had missed hot breakfast! And it was biscuits and gravy!!! I'll just have to remember from now on that hot breakfast is on tuesdays and thursdays. Thursday night i had a conversation with my roomie for quite a while about all kinds of things. I also discovered that my team members are all part-conspirator. Let me give you a little background for what had been going on first though. Ok, all of you who know me and who have talked to me at least once in person know that since i was born (Except for a few wonderful occasions when it just ceased) i've had an affliction known as stuttering. Well, because of that, i tend to run from speaking in public at all and specifically from speaking in public in front of a bunch of people. Well, here at YWAM, we have a lecture every morning. And every morning, someone prays for our speaker before he/she speaks. Well, my team, a guy and two girls, had "decided" that i was going to pray for our speaker friday. When i heard that, i froze. I knew that there was no way out of it other than making myself look really bad, and so i just accepted that i was going to have to pray for this guy named Ben Statements. Well, friday morning came along, and at about the time for the lecture to start, i was laying in bed fast asleep, having turned off my alarm clock when it blared in my ear. Well, Steven came in and said "Luke, we're starting." So i jumped out of bed, hurredly dressed, and while i was brushing my teeth, he came in again and said "Come on, we're waiting for you to pray for him." Well, it was morning and so i was in a much better mood and so i just gave him the thumbs-up. So i walked out there, and after a few minutes, was called forward to pray for Ben. It.....was......awful. It took me probably two minutes to say a prayer that would have taken anyone else about 20 seconds at the most. Well, i finished it, went to my seat. We sat through the lecture, and did all the other stuff for the day which entailed husking the rest of a pickup truck-load of corn, and picking a bunch of the most beautiful wild rasberries known to man out of the garden. Yes i say wild because the plants were all transplanted down here from where they were growing in the wild (And Megan says they were tamed and converted to Christianity. And in case you're wondering, yes she's a little crazy.) Anyway, later that night, after the bon-fire, i was in my room and Ben came in to say goodbye to Steven and i because he's leaving tomorrow. The last thing he said before he left was "Thanks for praying for me this morning, it made all the difference." You could have knocked me over with a feather. I still don't understand what it was i did, but i guess i did something right. Anyway, now comes my request to all of you guys. I haven't ever asked someone to pray for something like this that i can remember, but i think its appropriate considering the circumstances. I want you all to pray that God heals me of stuttering. I am so sick of it. You have no idea. Imagine that you're standing at a door with a massive treasure on the other side, and you have the key but you can't put it in the lock no matter how hard you try. That'll give you an idea of how i feel when i'm trying to say something but it's not coming out. I'd just really appreciate it if you guys'd be praying for that. I'm sick of stuttering, i want to talk like everyone else. Well, i think i'll go back to bed. I'm tired and i have to be up early to go to the garage sale thing in Montrose. Check your cell phones for text messages. My fingers will be smoking from the minute i get service. Love you all. God bless. Smile!

P.S. I'll be posting some pictures on here very soon. Just be patient. You'll be able to see all the lunatics i've been hanging out with and the funny farm where i'm staying.