.... home coming ....?
i was excited about coming home... really i was.
turns out nobody else feels that way. i can apologize a million times
over, but i'm still not sure exactly what i did.
God is using me in a ministry that is beyond my wildest hopes and
dreams. every day i get to affect kids lives for the better... even the
sucky stuff, like cleaning the showerhouses and raking for hours at a
stretch... everything i do is service. the funny thing is , i have
shouldered more responsibility than a lot of the other staffers. we all
have dining hall duties -- at the beginning of the season, there was a
list with jobs that need to be done after every meal, and everyone
signed their name after one or the other... there was an extra one, so
i took two. we also had signups for being on duty -- in the evenings,
two people have to build the campfire, water all the flowers (which
takes FOREVER), and run the camp store for the kids in the evening.
logan and i signed up for mondays, and since there was an extra space,
fridays as well...
not only am i a lifeguard, i do worship stuff too. so what i'm saying
is... i don't get breaks. from the time i get up to the time i go to
bed... i'm running around like a crazy woman trying to get everything
done.
i'm not complaining, but after a while all this stuff wears a girl
out... thus the lack of communication. i don't carry my cell phone
around with me, it's always in my room. sometimes i don't get to check
it until after midnight or so. i use the computer maybe two or three
times a week -- little matt and jeremy are always playing stupid games,
and everyone wants to check their email... we have to share. the moral
of the summer is this:
if you have a problem with me, or are upset with me... please
talk/email/text/message/write ME. not twenty of my closest friends...
not everyone besides me. doing that doesn't solve anything. it is just
confusing and freaks me out. i'm in sullivan right now. in about an
hour, logan and i will be leaving. he's not coming back home the rest
of the summer... he mightnot even come home before college. i'm not
sorry for him spending time with his family and friends. by five oh
clock, i'll be home with my family and friends. and i'll come back
other weeks. AND i'm going to be home for a freaking month before i go
to college. so. don't get your panties in a bunch.
and in case you didn't know. i love you. and you. and you. and... you
get the picture.
i am pressed but not crushed, persecuted not abandoned, struck down but
not destroyed i am blessed beyond this curse for his promise will
endure and his joy is gonna be my strength... though my sorrow may last
through the night, his joy comes with the morning...
yes Lord.