I kept my promise and didn’t update this but once all summer. My summer was fantastic, by the way. I’m home now, and although home doesn't really feel like home, in a way, it’s nice to be here. Now that I’m home, I’m so ready for Clemson.
I went to a real church this morning for the first time since may. At first, it was weird to be in a real church service, without sitting in rocking chairs or on the floor, wearing basketball shorts and a tshirt and being packed in like sardines. Actually, I take back that sardines part. I’ve been in so many different church settings in the last few years. FBC Youth. Crossroads and Youth Remedy. The random church hopping we did for awhile. Gateway Junior year, and Gateway Senior year. I feel like they should be two separate categories. (Awakening Redneck Summer, anyone?) DCF, Newspring, and finally Crosspoint. Snowbird.
This morning, Adam talked about church. How, after being in Chicago for a week, his heart wasn’t in being there preaching to the choir. He said after seeing ministry in action, outside of walls and time restraints and routine, it was hard to go back to real life. I can completely understand that.
8.19.2009
8.05.2009
home
So. Camp is dunzo. I'm home. (and right now, Rachel Eckard needs to get her butt back home as well, because I miss her a lot)
At this point, i can actually see the trunk of my car. People can sit in my backseat without being eaten by a pile of clothes. My internet is fast enough to not make me want to throw my laptop out the window. Normal hygiene includes taking a shower every day. I don't have to count quarters whenever I want to do laundry. Sleeping in is later than 7am. I can take a nap whenever I feel like it. I can decide to go to Walmart and be there 5 minutes later. Starbucks isn't a roadtrip in itself. It's really, really hot here, and it never rains in this city. Jack Kuenzie is staring at me from the TV screen. Also, did I mention it's hot here? hot hot hot.
Summer is over.
I expected coming home to be really, really weird. But it hasn't been so far. It doesn't really feel like I've been gone since May. I was sad the night before I left Andrews, but once Suz and I got out of the gorge, camp seemed like forever ago. I think I always get sad in anticipation of things like this, but then it never ends up being as bad as I think it will be. It's still kind of crazy to think that life goes on outside of camp. That Lexington has still been moving and changing even though I haven't been here. I should be used to that since I don't really live here anymore, but I'm not.
CVS moved. Alltel is Verizon now. They're building a new Walgreens. Walmart is rearranged (but wait--that was before the summer? Either way, it's annoying. I can't find anything). They tore down Zesto's, which used to be the old Burger King where me and Anna would make my mom take weekly trips to just so we could collect the Rugrats roller coaster toys. I hated Burger King food, by the way. I walked into Moe's yesterday and didn't know anyone working. I went to Coldstone and only knew one.
I don't even know where to start when it comes to talking about the summer. It was good. Descriptive words aren't exactly what I'm good at. I haven't talked or written too much about it, other than the whole "it-was-fun-i-went-canoeing-and-i-hung-out-with-camperes to everyone who has asked me the how-was-your-summer-because-i-haven't-seen-you-in-three-months" question, just because I honestly don't even know where to begin. But just thinking about it still makes me smile, because it was so evident that God is there and working it's crazy.
But I can't imagine having done anything better with my summer. It was definitely a learning experience, and I probably made more mistakes than I can count. But God was and still is sufficient. For the summer, and forever. That's what I've learned, above all. And that's all I need to know.
Someone told me during the last few days of SWO9 that the God of Snowbird is the same God that's in Clemson and in Columbia. I wish I remembered who said that. But they were undoubtedly right and I think that's something that's all too easy to forget as we go back into the real world where we have to seek out ministry and not just have it come to us every Monday afternoon. I wanted to tag all of you, but apparently facebook has limits for those things. dumb.
And finally.
SWO staff.
You all need to transfer to Clemson University. However, I understand this might be intimidating because some of you go to schools like Liberty that love Jesus much more than Clemson does. If Clemson is too heathen for you, transferring to North Greenville would be acceptable as well. Understood?
At this point, i can actually see the trunk of my car. People can sit in my backseat without being eaten by a pile of clothes. My internet is fast enough to not make me want to throw my laptop out the window. Normal hygiene includes taking a shower every day. I don't have to count quarters whenever I want to do laundry. Sleeping in is later than 7am. I can take a nap whenever I feel like it. I can decide to go to Walmart and be there 5 minutes later. Starbucks isn't a roadtrip in itself. It's really, really hot here, and it never rains in this city. Jack Kuenzie is staring at me from the TV screen. Also, did I mention it's hot here? hot hot hot.
Summer is over.
I expected coming home to be really, really weird. But it hasn't been so far. It doesn't really feel like I've been gone since May. I was sad the night before I left Andrews, but once Suz and I got out of the gorge, camp seemed like forever ago. I think I always get sad in anticipation of things like this, but then it never ends up being as bad as I think it will be. It's still kind of crazy to think that life goes on outside of camp. That Lexington has still been moving and changing even though I haven't been here. I should be used to that since I don't really live here anymore, but I'm not.
CVS moved. Alltel is Verizon now. They're building a new Walgreens. Walmart is rearranged (but wait--that was before the summer? Either way, it's annoying. I can't find anything). They tore down Zesto's, which used to be the old Burger King where me and Anna would make my mom take weekly trips to just so we could collect the Rugrats roller coaster toys. I hated Burger King food, by the way. I walked into Moe's yesterday and didn't know anyone working. I went to Coldstone and only knew one.
I don't even know where to start when it comes to talking about the summer. It was good. Descriptive words aren't exactly what I'm good at. I haven't talked or written too much about it, other than the whole "it-was-fun-i-went-canoeing-and-i-hung-out-with-camperes to everyone who has asked me the how-was-your-summer-because-i-haven't-seen-you-in-three-months" question, just because I honestly don't even know where to begin. But just thinking about it still makes me smile, because it was so evident that God is there and working it's crazy.
But I can't imagine having done anything better with my summer. It was definitely a learning experience, and I probably made more mistakes than I can count. But God was and still is sufficient. For the summer, and forever. That's what I've learned, above all. And that's all I need to know.
Someone told me during the last few days of SWO9 that the God of Snowbird is the same God that's in Clemson and in Columbia. I wish I remembered who said that. But they were undoubtedly right and I think that's something that's all too easy to forget as we go back into the real world where we have to seek out ministry and not just have it come to us every Monday afternoon. I wanted to tag all of you, but apparently facebook has limits for those things. dumb.
And finally.
SWO staff.
You all need to transfer to Clemson University. However, I understand this might be intimidating because some of you go to schools like Liberty that love Jesus much more than Clemson does. If Clemson is too heathen for you, transferring to North Greenville would be acceptable as well. Understood?
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