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My life is ridiculous.
Summer is practically here. I'm excited about that.
It'll be great. But it's going to feel so incredibly empty at times.
My boyfriend lives in South Africa. And he's not coming back any time soon. Am I crazy?
My dear friend Christen, whom I love ever so much, is home from Ghana.
I don't even know what to say.
Sometimes refreshment can come in the oddest of packages.
And it's a blessing, even if it's only for a few brief hours.
My best friend in the entire world is in the hospital.
Because she tried to kill herself. That, friends, is scary.
Camp is for discovering and teaching and healing and rejoicing and loving.
But, not always. Covenant Harbor is such a bittersweet place for me now.
I can be ok with not going back, but I want to know the "why" behind it.
Another dear friend, Myra, will be back from Russia soon.
This is very exciting, as I will be seeing her this week.
I love this anticipation of summer. I want to go camping.
With old friends. Who are finally home at the same time.
I hope they're as enthusiastic as I am about guitars and s'mores.
My dad and I used to be so close. I haven't talked to him in almost a year.
It's painful, in a lot of ways. Will this ever be over?
I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Well, that's not true. All I want to do is love people. It's just that there are a million ways I want to do it. And they make you pick one.
The state of my emotions is so entirely dependent on the state of the people that matter to me. Is this normal? Sometimes I think I'm too much of a people person. That I take too much of other people's stuff on myself. That I care too much. Then I remember that it's impossible to love anyone too much. Jesus loved everyone all the time, and if that's the example I intend to follow... then sometimes I'm terrible at what I do. But it won't stop me from trying.
I'm going to assume that very little of this made sense.
But it's my livejournal, suckers.
And I do what I want.
Summer is practically here. I'm excited about that.
It'll be great. But it's going to feel so incredibly empty at times.
My boyfriend lives in South Africa. And he's not coming back any time soon. Am I crazy?
My dear friend Christen, whom I love ever so much, is home from Ghana.
I don't even know what to say.
Sometimes refreshment can come in the oddest of packages.
And it's a blessing, even if it's only for a few brief hours.
My best friend in the entire world is in the hospital.
Because she tried to kill herself. That, friends, is scary.
Camp is for discovering and teaching and healing and rejoicing and loving.
But, not always. Covenant Harbor is such a bittersweet place for me now.
I can be ok with not going back, but I want to know the "why" behind it.
Another dear friend, Myra, will be back from Russia soon.
This is very exciting, as I will be seeing her this week.
I love this anticipation of summer. I want to go camping.
With old friends. Who are finally home at the same time.
I hope they're as enthusiastic as I am about guitars and s'mores.
My dad and I used to be so close. I haven't talked to him in almost a year.
It's painful, in a lot of ways. Will this ever be over?
I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Well, that's not true. All I want to do is love people. It's just that there are a million ways I want to do it. And they make you pick one.
The state of my emotions is so entirely dependent on the state of the people that matter to me. Is this normal? Sometimes I think I'm too much of a people person. That I take too much of other people's stuff on myself. That I care too much. Then I remember that it's impossible to love anyone too much. Jesus loved everyone all the time, and if that's the example I intend to follow... then sometimes I'm terrible at what I do. But it won't stop me from trying.
I'm going to assume that very little of this made sense.
But it's my livejournal, suckers.
And I do what I want.