Life Update: I'm currently sitting at Starbucks (per usual), I haven't showered in 2 days, I have dirt under my fingernails, I have thousands (okay not really) of bug bites/bruises and my eyes are swollen from lack of sleep/lots of tears...however, I could not feel more renewed and more clean. This week I was at my teeny, tiny little church camp that I've gone to for 11 years in the middle of nowhere Kansas with so many people that I love. Side note: I have a million thoughts going through my head about camp right now and I want to type like 586438698 different things but I think rather than writing the next Harry Potter Series, I'll probably just write a thousand different posts about this week (sorry not sorry, hehehe). To be honest (tbh), going into camp this week I had a mindset of the typical busy American, "I'm too busy. I have so many other things I could be doing. It's MY summer and it's almost over!!!". I'm also a highly dramatic person (as some would say) so you can see how these expressions would be common for me. However, Jesus showed me how camp was everything I needed and more. This week I was covered in more mud (see picture below), and sweat than I have ever been in my entire life but it could not have been more perfect. Jesus showed me rest and renewal in Him. This year has been a pretty tough year for me. Life gets hard quite often, plain and simple. I realized that although this year was up and down, Jesus wasn't. Jesus was CONSTANT. And He always is. Me being the super duper independently stubborn person that I am (who would have ever thought right??? LOL.), I often times don't take time to recognize God's presence through all of the challenging and beautiful times in my life. Add this to my list of goals for my life forever. The people in God's Kingdom are rockstars. I am fortunate to have so many amazing people in my life and this week at camp just made me even more grateful for those people. This week I grew with people. We grew in friendship, in Jesus and in His love. That is the COOLEST thing to me. I've heard that people often get confused by how many siblings I actually have because I always call people my "sister" or my "brother". I never really realized why I did this until this week when I heard it preached through a sermon at camp. He said, "Friends and family...family and friends". Meaning that you love your friends like your family and you love your family like your friends. These sisters and brothers of mine here at camp and in my life in general, although not biologically related to me, are my sisters and brothers because of Jesus. That my friends, is pretty cool. To say the least, God was good this week.
(p.s. I didn't get stung by a bee and die (I'm allergic to bees) this week so that was also a win. CHEERS.)
Sincerely,
Me
(p.s. I didn't get stung by a bee and die (I'm allergic to bees) this week so that was also a win. CHEERS.)
Sincerely,
Me