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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.