Exodus

What is your eygpt?
-the lie of no self worth

What promised land did you going towards
-being who God made me to be.

Why did the magicians fail?
- they succeeded the first time but then failed. I think Satan has limited power and God let Satan deceive the people the first couple times, but to better show his glory, He made them, the magicians fail.

TEAM U-Kray Kray!

Mission: Infiltrate the boarders of Ukraine

Purpose: Spread Gods Love

Location: After school child care center and select
Gypsy orphanages.

Departure: 0400 Saturday 03/03/2012

Extraction: 0400 Saturday 03/17/2012

Squad Leaders: Ryan, Nicole,
Cory, and Lousie

Squad Members: TJ, Pia, Chloe, Theresa, and David

Transportation: 9 Passenger VW Van

Travel Time: 18-20 Hours

Translator(s): 1

Meals Provided: 1

Number of luggage (per person): 1

Excitement Status: Pending...

Someone Died

It all happened Thursday night.

Like I said before, tuesday was really a crazy day.

On Wednesday, I felt a bit more joyful because of the revelation I got the night before. ( read DunnDunnDunnnn) however just to sum it up, I realized God created me to love me. Pretty awesome right. Except something wasn't right, I knew the truth but It hadn't become real. I heard it with my ears but not with my heart. At the time I did not now this, I just figured I needed to remind myself constantly.
Thursday was a bit of a blur, lots of laughs and bread and cheese for dinner. Fiona told us to be ready for a impacting lecture thursday night. We had been having night classes because Fiona was leaving Friday morning.
I was full of energy Thursday night ready to just relax and maybe make some art. When I got to the dining hall I saw a few things that got me a bit nervous. There was a giant wooden cross is the middle of the floor, a bunch of buckets of water with soap and towels. Instantly I thought we were having a foot washing. I wanted to leave immediately. Because whenever I had done a foot washing it made me feel so bad because of how humble Jesus was and there was never any closer on what we should do next other then feel guilty. But that is another story.

I just was really happy a did not want to feel sad or think about the crap and sin in my life that I needed forgiveness from. I felt forgiven and I was for once not angry at being alive.
Anyways, Fiona went on explaining what was happening during tonights lecture. It was about how we should confess sin verbally to one another. Like some we trusted and then have them wash our hands. Now that I think back, it was a good exercise. We would rub ash and charchol on our hands signifying our sin, and when it was washed in the water, it would be a visual reminder that those sins were forgiven. We actually put on blind folds first and came before God in our own way not being able to see each other would encourage a more real expression. If you get what I mean, like you could sit in your head if that's the way you felt you needed to come before God and no one would see. I don't think anyone did.

So I sat with my blind fold and started a quick prayer
"ey God, what's good, how you doin',

And then was like so what am I supposed to be praying for, I dint feel like I have any sin that I am still unforgiven from.

I am going to stop you before you judge me and say I am so proud and that I think I am perfect. Because if you did that would be utterly wrong and quite judgmental.

I had pushed down and hidden so much emotion and hurt that I had truly blinded myself. I had built this giant wall in my heart that blotted out every emotion, good and bad. I was living and feeling from my mind. If the moment said it is time to be sad my mind would make me sad, if it was time to laugh I would laugh. All of it was very fake and only a surface emotion, I never showed what I truly felt, deep in my heart. It's hard to live this way, you confuse yourself sometimes because in some situations you don't know what to feel and your mind tells you the wrong emotion and it snowballs from there. Wrong emotion, wrong action, wrong reaction, people get hurt, image is ruined, and so on.

Wow this is really becoming difficult to share. Idk if I really want this out there. This is very Very personal). Please know you should take this with care because you will hold a key thread and if you said this to someone in the wrong way, even with sincere intention, it could really hurt me. I am trying to move past all this and if I come home and it is brought to my face again, it could undo a lot of work and time. Please do what you will with this information, I can not tell what to do but I am blindly trusting you with this. ! It is a graphic story and do not be offended by the way I tell it.

The longer I sat there and prayed, I began to feel like something was not right. I did not feel God's love or joy or peace or just any of what He promised in the Bible. Note that I am still trying to stay positive in the moment. Instead of getting pissed I began to think, what is it I have to do? I don't feel guilty or like I am too proud. I didn't really know how I could be more humble or help out my neighbor in that exact moment. I did NOT know what to do! And man did I give up in that moment, I began to get pissed, I began to burn inside. Something inside of me urged me to smack my forehead on the floor and claw the back of my scalp. I was like this for several minutes. I began to shout, I would speak something normal then it would end in a roar. Even though this was supposed to be a healing time, the fact that I was yelling didn't bother me. Something inside me, almost made me want to be scary to the people around me. Then my brother, Luke, came over and began praying. This is when it begins to scare me, I lost control of my body. I had my mind and my thoughts but my arms and legs were not mine. I could do nothing to control myself. The more Luke prayed the worst it got. As he began I saw this image, it was quite clear. I didn't know what is was, but it had definite lines and form. Yet, I knew it was my life, my path, and God. And without any warning, a darkness came. Darkness from the pit of $&@$ing HELL. In my mind, I saw the definite become clouded and lost in the black $hit. (I curse because Hell should be cursed. Apart of Hell was inside me). I was slipping, there was nothing I could do. I dug my fingers into my head, pounded harder on the floor; all my muscle began to flex and I could not breath. As Luke prayed he asked me to speak and I could not open my mouth, a Spirit, a f$@king demon, had a hold of me and clenched my mouth shut. All I could do is whine through my teeth. Luke became more authoritative with his prayer and began calling out the demonS inside me. He had me sit up and I put my hands on my thighs, my eyes opened for a second and sweat burned them as I blinked. The light in the room was even worst, instantly I shoved my palms into the sockets of my eyes and nearly punched myself with the quick motion. I rub my face as if I had some disease, it began to feel like an rug burn all over my face, and yet this pain did not bother me. It almost comforted me. And still Luke prayed.
At this moment, Fiona came over a spoke to Luke. Which meant he stopped praying, it was over, the Demon won. It was like a game of tug-a-war, and I just realized HELL had me in it's grasp; when Luke prayed, I felt like there was now tension on the other side of the rope. And then the tension was gone. I knew I had to fight this to the bitter end, that piece of Shit Satan had reveled himself to me, I had become aware to how clever he was and if I did not run his ass out of my body, it would be the end! I felt for forsaken in that moment. I felt normal in that moment. I was kneeling there limp like a warrior who just received the fatal blow, and gash to the stomach, a blow that wouldn't kill him instantly but left him there suffering and aware of his impending death, with knowing there was no hope, nothing he could do to save himself. I knelt there, hopeless and abandon. I understand now what leads people to killing themselves, when they reach this point where hope is shone in the face and then violently ripped from them. When they become aware of how shitty of a life they live and that what they thought was true happiness was actually misery and anger just being disguised. I understand but I think if they are not willing to do anything to change that then they do not deserve their life. The luxuries and opportunities, we have and do not see or do are so great, that it's your fault and laziness that is keeping you back.

I was not ready to give up, my body was back in my control, just barely though. Luke told me to stand up and walk outside the dining hall into the front hallway. As I stood, my feet were limp, my legs sagged, my eyes were still fuzzy and my face still burned.
Outside in the hallway, the light was much sharper then before and again it pierced my eyes like needles and splinters. I had to cry out it hurt. The darkness was so much more comfortable and welcoming. It was easy and quick to satisfy. (What a lie from the Devil!) Cory joined Luke in prayer and they did not hesitate, oh it was like hot oil oozing down my back, melting the flesh from my bones. The black$hit of Hell was back, but it was even worst. Before I could see a faint image, now it was beyond me. Nothing was in my mind, no thoughts, no opinions, no feelings. Nothing. But when Luke said I needed to rebuke the demons with my own mouth, I had more strength then before, I was only screams and yelling but it was a fight. I echoed in the hall, it was WAR! Again and again Luke and Cory said to rebuke different Demons and Spirits; ones of Worthlessness, of Abandonment, of Fatherlessness, of Fear, and of Doubt.

Again know this is extremely hard to write this. I feel reliving this event gives more strength to this Demons. I really feel this is only to be read not shared actually. I will probably become violent if come and share this with me out of leisure or curiosity. I am dead serious. Don't.

I was terrified at the fact I had so many different demons inside me and clinging to me. Cory told me to speak out the truths I knew, which was only one

"God created me, to love me"

I opened my eyes and stared the demons in the face and screamed with all that I had, "GOD CREATED ME!". Luke told me to receive God's love and peace, be had me reach to where I thought God was. I stretched to the ceiling, hands open and like a massive splash of water I was drenched in God's perfect LOVE. I felt like a shell had fallen off and I was new. I felt soft and pink like a snake when is sheds or like a baby. I did not remember what the old me was like, I just knew this was immensely better. I laughed and cheered, it was true joy! However the moment I let my arms down near the floor, these things were grabbing at me trying to take over again. The Demons and Spirits, were reaching from Hell, hoping I would let them attach so they could grow back and cover me with the shell I had just broken off. I did not realize physical actions effect the spiritual realm. I did not realize the spiritual realm could be physical.

Luke and Cory finished their prayers and as Cory was talking with me, Luke had gotten some water for the three of us. He said I was to be baptized from the inside out. I need to wash away all the crap inside me and be free of the dirt and grime of The Devil. So we drank the water, and I felt every droplet wash down my throat and fill my chest. I was new!

We stepped back into the dining hall and everyone was blessing Fiona and thanking her for speaking and the impact she had. And of course, I think Fiona asked if there was anything anyone wanted to share, was this a 'leading' question to me? I don't know but Luke stepped up and said,

"I would like to introduce you to a new person, David Tiehen!"

I don't think I had been so proud to be introduced, because Cory had said while Luke was getting water, I was now the man God created me to be. My name was not a coincident, God made me to David (both me and like king david). I didn't have anything to say just that is was finally me, David.

Man was I so happy to introduce my self as the person I really am. I didn't feel fake at all.

This is the events of that Thursday, how I saw it happen. And I am not saying I am perfectly healed, far from it, I just am now completely ready and prepared to be shaped by the Hand of God.

GIANT KEG?

well…

thats pretty much all i have to say for now. nah but really its 10:35 wednesday night and i finally have time to breath. my life has been quite chaotic [spell check?} just straight chaos. i have been hearing Gods voice a lot lately and it is soo awesome and i even feel i have words and impressions for others! i am really becoming what God made me to be. 

Today in worship I was really convicted in not having enough trust in God, i gave Him my life but i still won't let Him control my provisions. I say every time I eat is "God provides", but i won't let Him in 100%. ugh, so i kinda went through my lists of truths and figured i needed more of God's Love. And God gave me an image of this Giant Keg in side me. Not the silver kind of keg but the big wooden ones that are used for ale and wine. I remember being at the Garden, back home, when they were about to tap the Keg. This guy busted out a gnarly wooden mallet, he grabbed the tap and after a few small smacks, he leaned back and popped a solid hit on the tap and the air was filled with cheers. Its pretty obvious what happened next, a flow of liquid. I saw this Keg inside me and i needed to tap into it because it is filled with God's love and it was up to me to tap and drink. I felt humbled, I was asking for God's love and it was already in me and i was the one who wasn't  doing his part. 

I t so bad how we assume that God is not doing His part or that He is holding back from us but it us who is not accepting Him. 

this reminds me of intercession, its all about waiting and hearing God's voice. People have written ten steps to intercessory prayer but its all about the individual.We need to come before God with a Clean and Humble spirit so it begins with a request. prayer means talking with God, but intercession  is about hearing God. So we need to just stop talking and let God add to our conversation, just as you would let anyone else add to the conversation. Were always telling God this and that we never give Him a chance to reply.

Just ShutUP for two seconds, hahaha.

man these past days have been getting me so stressed, I really didn't want to be talking but i was put in situations where i was almost forced to socialize. ugh man. i am really sick right now but i hade been forced to push passed that too. like if i was to mention that i wouldn't doubt that people would like 'what  really you don't seem sick'. i mean i don't want pity for being sick but holy cow man, trying to keep up has takin' a toll out on me. Each day gets harder to wake up and get motivated but look at me. God has helped me throughout yet another day. JESUS!

Mini Outreach (MO) will be announced tomorrow and man i am looking forward to going. We were given three choices: Ukraine, Germany, and Czech Republic. In Ukraine the team will be helpingg two weeks at an orphanage. The Germany team will be going ahead of the Sept. MOTA and pray of the city they are having there finishing tour. And the second week they will be helping with the behind the scenes of the tour, like set up and tear down. The Czech team will be all over the place, first week they will be helping a english camp for Czech youth, then they will be in Prague cooking for a conference and then they will follow the conference to a city on the eastern boarder of Czech. there they will be doing more cooking and be presenting YWAM and pioneering YWAM Czech Republic.

When the tree options were presented, we were given thirty minutes to choose our top two. It took me all of five minutes to write my two. 1. Ukraine 2. Germany. BUt as i was sitting there looking at the notes i wrote on all three, i began to challenge my motives to go. Wow this is were i need God to take over. I had so many pros and cons on all three (which btw i wrote on my choice card). after they were presented we began our scheduled intercessory prayer, the topic, of course, was our MO locations. i was kinda hoping God would lead  me to one or the other by the end of the prayer time but He instead gave me strong impressions on all three. GRRR. i went and discussed this with my one-on-one, and he said sometimes God puts the choice in our hands. I had a feeling God wanted me to stand up and make a choice (be assertive). Since God had given me such strong impressions on all three places, I can say with peace, that where ever i go, God will use me and i will be affective.

There is some people I would like to go on MO with and some I would not, and some, who coming with or not, will make the MO quite interesting. I am trying to turn my full focus to God in this situation, I know He will have my best. JESUS! ha

Before i call it a night, I want to through out a shout-out to my Madra, and Pops. Lov Ya both. My dog, Bella. rrROOF. And my crazy awesome Fam. I love you and the prayers you are praying! 

DunDuunDuuuuunnnn!

As you know I put God to the test. I challenged Him, I cursed Him, I threatened Him, I denied Him. And I was at peace with that. I felt better about believing Christianity was fake and everyone who followed it was just eating a lie. If you asked me two days ago, if I believed, I would have told you

Ha, no!

And during lecture the yesterday, the speaker Fiona, asks all of us to find reasons that proved our personal faith and share with our neighbor. I stayed honest, I told my neighbor that I didn't believe one word of the Bible and the God of the Christians was not real.

I think it was last week I started challenging God. And yesterday, God replied.
First with Ryan; Ryan said I was being driven in my anger and frustration and was not actually being open to answers. He was saying I was already hoping Christianity would fail and God to be fake.
He was right I didn't want Christianity to be real. I wanted to point fingers at God and blame Him for my anger. I just wanted to be anger at something. I wanted to be radical. I wanted to prove to everyone that they are living a lie and be the one to expose one of the largest movements of religion to be fake.
Then with Raquel.
We have not really had any deep conversations before just hi, how are you type stuff. So at lunch yesterday, I found a table that was completely empty and sat down. It usually works that other students will come sit down if one students is already there. But not this day, I sat there for nearly the entire time by my self as if I was invisible. I get this feeling a lot so it wasn't a big deal. Then Raquel shows up and even though she has a terrible cough and doesn't feel to good, still has the energy to talk. Being me I asked very surface questions and kinda avoided being honest. And out of nowhere Raquel says

I read your blog. You sound frustrated.

Yeah I told her I was bored and didn't have anything to do. And I was yelling at god to give me a purpose. Raquel told me straight up, if your bored help those around you. Literally she was saying if your are so perfect, then help everyone else to be as perfect as you.
And she was right on. That was lunch and that day I had a talk with Fiona, our speaker, and I had a lot of questions for her.
When I got there she was waiting for me and we began talking. She just wanted to hear my story and how I got to Herrnhut. I gave a short summary of my life and faith and she sat there emotionless. Which she taught was the best way to listen so you aren't leaking emotion by face expressions. She was surprise by my views and thoughts on God but she didn't say I was wrong or right. She told me there was a wall in my heart and I was living my faith in my mind. She made sense and challenged me to think on what might be blocking my heart.
It was work duty after that so I had time to think as I washed the kitchen floors and I still didn't know what was blocking me from truly believing.
I usually finish my work duty quickly and head up into the art studio. It seems like if I had a spare minute I go up there. That day I was working on a self portrait. It was drawn in charcoal so it was a quick project and I was just touching up on highlights and shadows. No one was in the studio when I got there so I was happy. Then Stephen came in early to art track time. I was actually kind a glad cause I could ask him about my portrait. Then Stephen did something I've never seen him do. He asked me how I was doing. Not saying that that is something he wouldn't do, I just never thought he would.
It felt like I was talking with my sister when I was talking with Stephen. I couldn't be like 'somethingsomething, you know what I mean?'
I had to explain my entire thought. Ugh. We really only talked for like 30 minutes and only a few issues were discussed but with Stephan, a very straight forward person, that is normal. Man was I punched in the gut. He said I needed to take myself out of the situation. I thought I was being very objective and not putting and biased views in my argument. Nope. I was so angry and wanting Christianity to be fake I was obviously being biased.

Well yeah so my mind was spinning like a top. And the best part was we had small group that night. Meaning, I would be asked how I was doing and an honest answer would be expected. So I was kinda not looking forward to going but I did. We talked about normal stuff when we first got there and then it happened the inevitable was asked,
"How are you doing"
And man did I let it rip, if they want to know I'll tell them. I have been told it's better to be honest then to tell half a truth. I am trying to stick to being honest and real, so I began voicing my opinions about the Bible, God, Faith, Prayer, and the validity of the Christian faith. We ended up covering a lot of the topics but man did it get heated.

The walk home after small group I walked ahead and began running through all the things I was told and began to process. (This gets kinda tricky to follow but it the way I think)

I started with the only truth I knew.
I am Created.
My Creature created me to love me.
(God was bored so He made me so He had someone to love. I should love my creator because He created me. And the fact that He loves me, I should love Him for that too.)

Ok so all I need to do is love my Creator. Easy.

The second truth is I have sinned and my Creator hates sin.
(We were tight with our Creator till we sinned, then we messed it all up. (And the idea that I am cursed by Adam's sin is hard to believe.) We all sin, it's not inherited. Since I sinned, I am no longer in good terms with my Creator. So if our Creator really loves us and would do anything to be with us again then the only thing He could do would be to send a sacrifice. In the Bible, it says He sent His son Jesus. (But at the time I didn't believe the Bible was truth. I figured it to be a really good book with interesting and good moral value based stories.) So either way, our Creator sent a Sacrifice. And it's really kinda a no brainer to accept that there was a Sacrifice for the sins I have committed. It just proves the love of the Creator.

At this point, all of this was beginning to make rational sense. I was ok with that. So I went back to the beginning,

"Love Your Creator"

How do I love my Creator?

I think I asked myself that question a hundred times. Hmm, I had to resort back to the Bible. (the story book) In it said love your neighbor as you would love your self. And in this way you are loving the ones the Creator created. Pretty much loving Him through other people.
I couldn't think of any other way to love the Creator. So I continued with that point.

"How do I love my neighbor?"

Well it says 'love then as your self'. Now "How do I love myself?". Thinking about this, showed me how vain and proud I was. Thats besides the point, I figured I loved myself the most when I was just comfortable. And when I had enough to eat and some sweets every once in a while. I also enjoy it when I am being paid attention.
So if was to do these things is sound a lot like being a humble person. Being humble is always a good thing, it shows character. So this 'loving the Creator thing' kinda kills two birds with one stone.

Not bad huh? It's sounds so simple but our minds complicate the crap out of it and we lose the basics. I know God reveled this to me this way because I need basic rational answers and explanations. He knows me and speaks on my level!
But I must say loving other people is so hard, just the whole forgetting yourself and the thing you were on your way to do to help this person concept is so annoying sometimes. But I love my Creator!

Week 5

Trying to stay positive today. It's almost working yet I still am finding negatives to hold on to.

God's way of working is probably the most non efficient way ever. It just the stuff that He puts in our life and let's us deal with is so contradictory to what He promises in the Bible. The fact,His love covers all, is really hard to believe because I for one don't feel His love (well His joy and peace that come with it) and that makes me doubt Gods actually existence. Or if what we believe about God is even right. Like the Bible could just be a book with a lot of good morals not the holy word of God. Like if He Himself wrote it I might be a bit more reluctant to believe. The whole blind faith thing puts a huge check in my spirit and if something doesn't seem right then question. And the basis to Christianity is blind faith.

I was thinking why am I even a Christian in the first place? And after process of elimination I figured the only reason to keep being a Christian is to stay out of Hell. So each day I wake up my job is to not sin so I won't burn for eternity. And if God is Love then that my friends is a load of crap. Living that way is not of God, and if God hides our purpose from us till we need to know, what do we until that time? If you don't have a purpose then what's the point of living. Why do I need to be on this screwed up world if Heaven is where I really should be. Thats where the notion of taking my life becomes a bit more justifiable. I won't because of the effort my parents have put into me. Like if God loves me I can safely assume He wants the best for me. Being alive on the earth is NOT the best. just saying think about it.

I am put 'god' to a challenge. I am calling him out. If he is almighty then he will strike me down. If he is loving I will feel his love. If he is real he will make himself known. If he deserves my praise then show me why.


Bring it God!

(sigh)

What is the purpose of living today?
Anyone have some decent answers?

'Pick a Story' Week

To be honest I really am not enjoying this week. I was hoping for more teaching and more challenges. But now I am finding myself sitting around listening to stories of outreach that I don't really care about. It seems like this stories are a dime a dozen around here. I'm not saying it was a bad story I'm just being honest. I think why expose your self to something terrible if you don't have the opportunity do something to change that. Like we watch a video during 'prayer time' about kids in South Africa. What was I supposed to do? All I could do was sit there be depressed. I was not really inspired to pray either. But I felt the Holy Spirit put words and understanding in me while we prayed. But still words do not do anything!!!!!!!!!

Pete's Week

Well I must say I was not ready for pete's week but what was I going to do. At first I was bored of his stories and was really wondering if he would ever get on with his lecture. He asked so many questions and did not give us a chance to breath before the next one. I had a bunch of thoughts I later shared with him after the first lecture, which he thought were all good and gave some decent advice. I adjusted to his way of speaking during lectures and started being challenge in almost every way. Especially when he talked about God as the Father. I have some issues concerning my dad and Pete seemed to grab them and rip them slowly out of my side. But it was my job to pull them all the way out of my side. I think of a bullet being pulled out flesh and right now that bullet is still inside the open wound and it's shiny surface is visible but hard to grip. I am not really interested to pull it out either.

Day 20something

Well I have been busy with figuring out who i really am. My personality has changed so much from what it was when I was back home. I am really having a hard time trying to stay that way as well. I want to be honest in everything and sometimes that can be confusing what to say and what to keep to myself.

I am really frustrated being here. I am bored out of my mind and just drained emotionally. My motivation is also gone with the sun. I really would like something to occupy my time. My art project is eh I'd rather be drawing instead of building a installation. What ever. I really wish we would be taught the most effected way to evangelize so we are prepared for outreach then actually go on outreach. Seriously.

Day 16

If you have read this far you may have been quite shocked by what I have written. I am like a very deep like person when it comes to like writing and stuff. So the last entry was Friday and now it's Wednesday, since then I have broken free of a few major struggles, have answered a few questions and gained a bit more understanding of myself and who God is.

God has given me a word of conformation to be here by saying I don't need to look for conformation and just to be free while I am here. Kinda backwards huh. But it has really let me relax and be free. I have really thrown myself into my art and searching for answers to my questions.

On Friday, we wrote a list of things that were holding us back in our relationship with God. I must say I filled the page with a buch of scribbles. I was quite ashamed too. Then we were to go outside and burn the list. I have done this before and have gotten frustrated because after throwing the stuff into fire nothing happens. I didn't really want to do this at all. But I came to realize that I never asked for help and accountability, so I stood at the fire and asked with much discomfort the entire school and staff to stand behind me in my effort to overcome these struggles. I am noticing how stubborn I can be. After we threw all our lists into the fire, we spilt into pairs and talked about what we threw away. That was not easy. I was with Josh and Octavio, and I do respect them because they are older and wiser then me, and I wanted to be, in their eyes, more then a 17 year old boy. And sharing this stuff from my list makes me look so bad. Yet I still shared and found out that they struggle with huge problems as well. And we all had a hard time sharing so it was a bit easier to share. This was good for me because I can release these problems now. Noe that they are out in the open, it is easier to ask for more specific help and prayer. Which is key to solving a problem. I've noticed that God likes specifics, He knows are hearts and it easier for us to open up and let God read our heart then to try and explain, but He also wants us to ask specifically so He can heal specifically.

My fine art project is finished and turned out alright. I spent till two am working on I on sunday and many other hours. But like before boring people never get noticed. The critique on Monday was brutal. Since I had spent so much time I was in my mind I was finished, so the first thing Stephan said was today in our track time we are going to continue our work and it will be due tomorrow. Grr. Stephan was talking to the Chloe and Fina then came over to me and asked "so tell me your concept". I went explaining and good ol' Stephan said

"Interesting"

We are trying to band that word in the art studio.