On Christ the Solid Rock I stand.

I can hardly believe a whole week has passed by already. I am glad it is over, but can't really place where i was for most of it.

Scott's memorial here in the Philippines was beautiful. A fire on one of the white beaches. The moon was overwhelmingly orange as it slowly rose from what seemed to be behind the ocean, almost as if it was imitating the sun rising. i have never seen anything like it. The world seemed flat. It lost its orange glow after it had risen several meters into the night sky. I am of course only using my arm lengths to measure the sky. since I am not a astrologist, i have no other equipment.

We told stories of Scott around a fire and lit candles inside of coconut halves, wadding into the ocean and releasing them together, symbolizing a collective freeing of his spirit. it was beautiful. He is in Australia now and they will bury him at his favorite place on his parent's farm this coming Tuesday.



When my world falls apart and the light turns to dark
When the clouds gather ‘round and the storms overwhelm
When my heart breaks in half and my strength cannot last
When I’m lost in this land and I can’t see Your plan...

I'll Stand.