The first day after waking at the festival, I awoke and headed down to my volunteer beach bum position down at the beach. When I had a moment, I asked the Lord to open my heart to what He had to show me in His word and read some devotional exerpts from a book called "Knowing the Heart of God" by George Macdonald. I reflected upon the waters and how the Lord desires for us to have confidence in Him.

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The second day down at the beach I sought the Lord in His word and read this:

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I believe it was upon the third day as I woke up, that I sought the Lord and read about having a pure heart and not lifting our souls up to vanity. The devotion I read thereafter speaks of how that will be so and paints a picture of God's children upon the hills in the fields of heaven not one desiring to be ahead of another.

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On what I remember to be the fouth night of the festival, I sought the Lord before going to sleep even though I was extremely tired and it was quite late. Some things were going on in our camp that were as described and were rebuked in the morning which I would prefer not to go into detail about. The Lord prepared me for this and as a result we were able to sleep in peace that night thankfully.

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While on our way down to cornerstone, we passed by a few travelers flying signs for rides. We pulled back and gave them a ride. When we arrived at the festival, we found that we still had their guitar! We called information and headed back about an hour to find them to no avail. We then headed down to Peoria, IL in which we spent a total of four hours looking for them before heading back. To no avail...


After seeking the Lord about what had happened reguarding the travelers loosing their stuff, I read this:

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Of the performances I was able to see, these are two most excellent:
Timbre, a lovely and amazing harpist who accompanied Me Without You.

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and last but certainly not least, the Psalters, an amazing free spirited group of refugees with hearts for the Lord.

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