It’s been a long weekend down in Tucson for the Steubenville Conference. I was one of several speakers leading the weekend for 1800 teenagers. Steubenville Conferences are always powerful and life-changing. All that being said, this conference is more fun than most, because I’m with close friends in my own state. It don’t feel like i have to be “on” for a bunch of strangers.

It’s always a mystery how God works at something like this weekend. Without a doubt, some things happen that absolutely cannot be explained away by a skeptic. God moves with power. Us speakers and musicians are left in awe of God’s glory.

It’s difficult to describe what it feels like to stand on that stage and at nearly 2000 teenagers, knowing that this experienced will be tattooed on their soul.; I don’t know where there journey’s will end, but it’s a rush to be with them for this precious moment.

My drive back to Phoenix from was adventurous but quiet. There were dust tornadoes (sun devils) that raced along side me as I drove. That was cool. The desert landscape is so baron, but still intriguing. It’s like each mountain has a story to tell. I listened to oldies and thought about how much I wanted to just drive straight to San Diego to see Candyce. But I couldn’t miss tonight’s Life Teen Mass at St. Timothy.

There are hundreds and hundreds of teens there who came up after the conference, and it’s good for me to be there to hang out with them. I don’t get kicks out of signing autographs or taking pictures with strangers, but it means a lot to me to help someone through life. Sometimes that means just signing a song sheet from Mass.

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9:30 PM
I am sitting in this empty airport staring out the window wondering when my the airplane will get here at take me away. I am supposed to be in the air already on my way to San Diego, but they don’t think the plane will show up for another two hours. Ugh…I should’ve just drove out there. This is so frustrating because I haven’t seen Candyce in a month.

All the restaurants and bars are closed for the day. The janitors are mopping the bathrooms and pushing vacuums. The airplane gate people are kicking back in their chairs and yapping with each other, trying to ignore the hundred of us staring blankly through the window.