Okay, so college is going sort of well. I definitely don’t like my roommates very much, especially (for the sake of anonymity) Stinky. It’s not because she’s mean or rude, it’s just cause both of them are Hispanic so I’m completely outnumbered and they have conversations in Spanish and they hang out with other people. I’m not included. To be honest, I don’t want them to try to include me because they wouldn’t talk to me anyway. They’re just not going to be friends with me. Oh well.
First day of school! First day of school! I’ve only had one so far and it wasn’t even on my schedule. I’m trying to add it this semester so that I won’t have to take it next semester. It’s so confusing—we’re supposed to get our classes “approved” by an advisor but I get the feeling, even considering I’m way ahead in my program and very experienced at the college level, my advisor doesn’t think I can handle what I know I can handle. Bleh. Who knows if she’ll “let” me?
And my JCC teacher looks like Mr. Schuster from Glee!!!! How awesome is that!? He’s very cute and he’s very married. He’s fun too; he makes us all laugh probably because we’re part of the same generation time period. If that makes any sense.
I got another job, too! So exciting. I feel really secure with money—well, I will once I get paid. I have 18.5 hours a week which means…like $132 a week which means $528 a month! Wooooo!!! Thank you God!!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
All Moved In
I’m all moved in and have been super busy with all the orientation stuff. Well, new-student orientation hasn’t even started yet. I’ve had president’s scholars orientation since I got here.
The first thing we did was go to Hume Lake. I’d never been before so I’m sad to say that I did not enjoy it very much. I felt uncomfortable and awkward since I knew NO ONE and I didn’t know where anything was. The campus is huge, mind you.
The best part about that whole weekend was the lake. That lake was amazing. I actually went kayaking for the first time up there and it was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had. I definitely plan to go back soon and kayak some more. I think going back, I’ll have a different attitude since this time I wasn’t very focused on God. I think being so self-conscious and quiet totally drew me away from God.
Honestly, when I think about it, if I continued to ignore God even in the midst of his most amazing ideas, it’s an empty life. Like, literally, there was nothing I looked forward to and no one I wanted to talk to. That isn’t God, and I know it.
Anyways, we toured Fresno Tuesday and Wednesday. It was incredible. I’d never been so heartbroken in my life. I saw hundreds and hundreds of tents—not even… they were ripped and half built—on the sides of roads as well as whole families of up to ten living in little garden sheds. How?
We visited the community food bank and experienced a simulation of being in a situation when you don’t have enough money to feed a family. That was eye opening and almost anger-instilling to learn that the government turns away people in need. My group’s family was surviving on $3 a day for food for two people. The “government” (the simulation) denied us food stamps and said that our income was too high. While I know it wasn’t the lady running the workshop’s fault, it made me realize that the government actually does that.
We also had a service project, which was also very awesome. We went to a local park, Holmes Park, and cleaned it up as completely as we could. We wiped off almost all the graffiti from the signs, the playground, the amphitheater, the courts— you name it. We picked up all the litter and removed all the excess greenery that was more brown.
I met five wonderful young children. The oldest’s name was Adrian and after him came Adriana, Francisco, Ariseli, and Adolfo. I think there was even one more but he was an infant and Adolfo was 2. Both Arian and Francisco came right up to me, one 9 the other 7, and asked me what I was doing and why I was doing it. I tried my best to explain that there are people in this world that don’t understand the importance of these parks for little tykes like themselves.
They both told me they thought it was horrible that people came in here and wrote bad things everywhere. Francisco told me that whoever wrote those things definitely wasn’t getting presents from Santa Claus. They all worked hard along side the 30 or so of us and I was so proud of them. We did a great job.
And the last day and a half, I’ve been doing nothing. We’ve had the last 36 hours off which have been such a nice break from all the traveling. I’ve painted several nails and hung out with different people a few times. I watched Pride and Prejudice for the first time and I didn’t understand almost a single word. I’ll need to rewatch it with subtitles.
The roommates are coming back tomorrow. I’ll have to explain that some other time. It’s late and I’m tired.
The first thing we did was go to Hume Lake. I’d never been before so I’m sad to say that I did not enjoy it very much. I felt uncomfortable and awkward since I knew NO ONE and I didn’t know where anything was. The campus is huge, mind you.
The best part about that whole weekend was the lake. That lake was amazing. I actually went kayaking for the first time up there and it was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had. I definitely plan to go back soon and kayak some more. I think going back, I’ll have a different attitude since this time I wasn’t very focused on God. I think being so self-conscious and quiet totally drew me away from God.
Honestly, when I think about it, if I continued to ignore God even in the midst of his most amazing ideas, it’s an empty life. Like, literally, there was nothing I looked forward to and no one I wanted to talk to. That isn’t God, and I know it.
Anyways, we toured Fresno Tuesday and Wednesday. It was incredible. I’d never been so heartbroken in my life. I saw hundreds and hundreds of tents—not even… they were ripped and half built—on the sides of roads as well as whole families of up to ten living in little garden sheds. How?
We visited the community food bank and experienced a simulation of being in a situation when you don’t have enough money to feed a family. That was eye opening and almost anger-instilling to learn that the government turns away people in need. My group’s family was surviving on $3 a day for food for two people. The “government” (the simulation) denied us food stamps and said that our income was too high. While I know it wasn’t the lady running the workshop’s fault, it made me realize that the government actually does that.
We also had a service project, which was also very awesome. We went to a local park, Holmes Park, and cleaned it up as completely as we could. We wiped off almost all the graffiti from the signs, the playground, the amphitheater, the courts— you name it. We picked up all the litter and removed all the excess greenery that was more brown.
I met five wonderful young children. The oldest’s name was Adrian and after him came Adriana, Francisco, Ariseli, and Adolfo. I think there was even one more but he was an infant and Adolfo was 2. Both Arian and Francisco came right up to me, one 9 the other 7, and asked me what I was doing and why I was doing it. I tried my best to explain that there are people in this world that don’t understand the importance of these parks for little tykes like themselves.
They both told me they thought it was horrible that people came in here and wrote bad things everywhere. Francisco told me that whoever wrote those things definitely wasn’t getting presents from Santa Claus. They all worked hard along side the 30 or so of us and I was so proud of them. We did a great job.
And the last day and a half, I’ve been doing nothing. We’ve had the last 36 hours off which have been such a nice break from all the traveling. I’ve painted several nails and hung out with different people a few times. I watched Pride and Prejudice for the first time and I didn’t understand almost a single word. I’ll need to rewatch it with subtitles.
The roommates are coming back tomorrow. I’ll have to explain that some other time. It’s late and I’m tired.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I Guess This Has Been Bothering Me
Today was a long day and it’s been a long week but now it feels like the week just flew by. I’ve yet to finish packing and I’ve yet to come to terms with the idea of leaving. I said goodbye to my mom last night since she left for Minnesota this morning. I cried a lot. My face was terrifying when I got up to wash my face. I’m really going to miss her.
Two days and counting. The time is coming and I’m going to have to let go of my home. I feel good because I got a job so I feel secure with that for right now. I’m nervous, though, about being away from home, despite my security in that.
I’m most afraid of my roommates. I’m afraid they aren’t going to like me. I realized the other day that it’s been awhile since I’ve cared if new people are going to like me. That realization led to another realization: that you know you’ve changed when the things that used to bring you down are starting to knock you down. I have to be very aware of my emotions because if I’m not careful, I’ll go back down that road I struggled for two years to get off of and I definitely don’t want that.
I guess this has been bothering me more now because I have to live with these girls for a year. I’m just nervous that we aren’t going to get along. Both of them are super skinny and super gorgeous. I’m neither of those things, especially not skinny. They also seem like total girly girls so I’m nervous about that too. I’m not going to be one of those girls that tries to be boyish on purpose and talk about it. That’s just desperate. But I’m not girly, and I’m not a boy either. I have to find some middle ground.
Speaking of which, I just decided to forgive Poopie and Poop. Yesterday, I was chatting with both and I realized that I’ve missed them, despite their stupidity. Ha, that’s kind of mean. I should take some blame, too, since I never confronted them nor did I confront myself. Anyway, they don’t know about me being mad at them, thus they don’t know that I’ve forgiven them. I feel like a load was lifted because I forgave them and I’ve let go of what it is that bothers me most about them. I don’t expect to be seeing them much while I’m at school so I won’t have to face them too much, but I won’t have to resent them anymore.
Being mad at people and holding grudges against them is exhausting. Don’t do it.
Two days and counting. The time is coming and I’m going to have to let go of my home. I feel good because I got a job so I feel secure with that for right now. I’m nervous, though, about being away from home, despite my security in that.
I’m most afraid of my roommates. I’m afraid they aren’t going to like me. I realized the other day that it’s been awhile since I’ve cared if new people are going to like me. That realization led to another realization: that you know you’ve changed when the things that used to bring you down are starting to knock you down. I have to be very aware of my emotions because if I’m not careful, I’ll go back down that road I struggled for two years to get off of and I definitely don’t want that.
I guess this has been bothering me more now because I have to live with these girls for a year. I’m just nervous that we aren’t going to get along. Both of them are super skinny and super gorgeous. I’m neither of those things, especially not skinny. They also seem like total girly girls so I’m nervous about that too. I’m not going to be one of those girls that tries to be boyish on purpose and talk about it. That’s just desperate. But I’m not girly, and I’m not a boy either. I have to find some middle ground.
Speaking of which, I just decided to forgive Poopie and Poop. Yesterday, I was chatting with both and I realized that I’ve missed them, despite their stupidity. Ha, that’s kind of mean. I should take some blame, too, since I never confronted them nor did I confront myself. Anyway, they don’t know about me being mad at them, thus they don’t know that I’ve forgiven them. I feel like a load was lifted because I forgave them and I’ve let go of what it is that bothers me most about them. I don’t expect to be seeing them much while I’m at school so I won’t have to face them too much, but I won’t have to resent them anymore.
Being mad at people and holding grudges against them is exhausting. Don’t do it.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
One Week To Go
Today was the boys’ first day of high school. They are going to my old place which is super cool. I’m so proud of them and it makes me happy that they are aiming for the same things that I did. For the record, I made sure they weren’t pressured into going to GECA. I know that GECA isn’t much of a social or athletic school, but it’s a great place to be a part of a community in which other people actually care about you. There’s hardly any bulliying—if there is, it’s among the freshmen since they’re fresh out of middle school and their view of high school is different than the way it really is.
The freshmen try to be a part of a food chain because that’s how TV portrays it. Much to their dismay, there isn’t much of a food chain. There is a lot of spirit, especially for classes. The people of their class love to be spirited :P I hope that the boys find it enjoyable as I did.
Truth be told, I really do miss GECA. Many of my old classmates (those that are 2011 graduates and part of the first class to graduate GECA) would argue that GECA ruined their lives. I think that makes them selfish and ungrateful. GECA gave them an amazing opportunity, no matter how stupid the teachers and faculty may have gotten. It’s their own fault if they didn’t take advantage of all their resources. I would not be who I am and I would not be where I am today without GECA.
So you all stink if you think GECA stinks.
Anyways, one week to go and I’m out of Gilroy. With all intentions of not returning full time. I have one more week of childhood left in me. It makes me want to cry. A couple of people this week have moved me to tears because they say they’re going to miss me so much. That makes me feel loved but it also makes me sad because I feel guilty for leaving.
Okay, guilty is a strong word. I don’t feel guilty but I do feel like I’m needed there. Oh well, I guess—it’s something everyone does. Leave. It’s not like I’m never coming back, but I’m not staying for good.
This is the first of the next week of goodbyes
The freshmen try to be a part of a food chain because that’s how TV portrays it. Much to their dismay, there isn’t much of a food chain. There is a lot of spirit, especially for classes. The people of their class love to be spirited :P I hope that the boys find it enjoyable as I did.
Truth be told, I really do miss GECA. Many of my old classmates (those that are 2011 graduates and part of the first class to graduate GECA) would argue that GECA ruined their lives. I think that makes them selfish and ungrateful. GECA gave them an amazing opportunity, no matter how stupid the teachers and faculty may have gotten. It’s their own fault if they didn’t take advantage of all their resources. I would not be who I am and I would not be where I am today without GECA.
So you all stink if you think GECA stinks.
Anyways, one week to go and I’m out of Gilroy. With all intentions of not returning full time. I have one more week of childhood left in me. It makes me want to cry. A couple of people this week have moved me to tears because they say they’re going to miss me so much. That makes me feel loved but it also makes me sad because I feel guilty for leaving.
Okay, guilty is a strong word. I don’t feel guilty but I do feel like I’m needed there. Oh well, I guess—it’s something everyone does. Leave. It’s not like I’m never coming back, but I’m not staying for good.
This is the first of the next week of goodbyes
Monday, August 8, 2011
Ponderosa Lodge
Ponderosa Lodge.
This place is incredible. For years and years, the people at Mount Hermon work together to create a nurturing and diverse Christian community for students and adults alike to come together and dive into the Word of God and His presence. It’s because of Mount Hermon programs that I am the believer that I am today.
Christianity has been defined as many things. Some say hypocrites. Some say extremists. Some say goodie-two shoes. For me, Christianity has been defined as a relationship with the Creator of the universe and the God that “the waves and wind obey,” not a religion with a list of rules and regulations that I have to follow in order to please a deity that may or may not punish me.
It is because of Mount Hermon programs, mostly Ponderosa Lodge, that I have developed this definition. I have learned in my eleven years attending Mount Hermon camps that God is not about making us do things or punishing us when we are wrong—which is quite often. God is loving while powerful. God is compassionate while jealous. God is giving while just. God is everything.
This past year, I attended my last program as a camper. Before last summer’s week at Pondy, I was sleepwalking. I’ve grown up in a Christian home and I’ve been taught all the lines and all the answers. I wasn’t really living as a true believer, but more so a nominal, typical “Christian.” I didn’t understand the gravity of decisions I’d made and thoughts I’d had and people I’d hung around.
Basically, I wasn’t living a godly life. I didn’t really accept all the things that God commanded and said. I didn’t understand that the Bible is the Truth and that is final. There’s nothing I can do about that. Before last summer, I was much more liberal and less in tune with the Holy Spirit. I didn’t read the Bible very often (in fact, I resented the Bible), nor did I pray (at all, almost). I watched things I shouldn’t have watched and read things I shouldn’t have. I indulged in the Devil’s delights more than I care to remember.
The Devil spoiled my thoughts and my feelings often and I didn’t turn to God in those times of need. I never actually rejected Him, but I certainly did not reach out to Him. I would look in the mirror and be so completely repulsed by the reflection. I would see pictures of me and be physically sick. I resorted to drastic, depressing (not to mention temporary) solutions that ended up drawing me even closer to the clutches of Satan.
All the while, I was attending church, leading worship for elementary- and high school-aged kids on Sundays and Wednesdays. I participated in church functions and invited people to youth group. I guess you could say I was a stereotypical Christian for a while, my hypocrisy and defiance was so insane, it’s scary just thinking about it.
Ponderosa Lodge—2010.
This place is life-changing. I came to camp last year expecting to be let down by people and not be included, which is exactly what happened. I had thoughts that people didn’t want me around and were annoyed by me. I let that get the better of me and it showed. People avoided me because I was completely shut off and unwilling to be moved. It wasn’t until Wednesday night, D.O.S. night (discipline of silence) that things turned around. After ten years of lying and crying, complaining and hating, God washed over me in one small motion, but a huge movement occurred within me.
A counselor, Elicia Turner, someone I didn’t even know, turned around and saw me sitting in the back of the theatre. She whispered something to the girl next to her and she came and sat next to me. She put her arm around me and just started praying. Out of nowhere, I felt the presence of something bright and full of love rather than the presence of self-hatred and despise. I was crying before I knew it and I was truly feeling the love of God and His Holy Spirit moving in the crowd and in me.
The next year was full of brighter days and happier times. I flushed out all the crap that was in my life—the TV shows and internet videos I watched that contained some sexual content, the books and thoughts that had similar characteristics. I stopped seeking out people that brought me down and stopped wishing I were dead. I began to pray so much more and found that God was paying attention the whole time, crying over the crap I put myself through. He was there, carrying me when I thought I was falling.
Youth group and Sunday mornings were completely different as well. My experience as a worship leader was greatly strengthened after that week. I took more interest in the songs I picked out and how we portrayed the meaning. Being a worship leader can be hard work, especially if you don’t believe in God, or at least, in my case, if you don’t sing for the right reasons. I became more concerned about how the kids, both young and old, were receiving the example I was setting, and about remembering that leading worship isn’t about the leader—it’s about the prayer, the story, the plea to God. It’s about God.
I know it sounds really poetic, but it’s all the truth. Before that night, when I couldn’t see what was in front of me, I flipped out. Now, when I don’t know what’s coming, I’ve learned to just close my eyes and face it straight on because I know God wouldn’t send harm my way. If harm were coming, I know God is standing between that force and me.
Ponderosa Lodge—2011.
This place is a reminder. Life has been different and the camp high everyone leaves with was with me the whole time. Even after a year, I was still on it. Of course, there were many bumps and detours that took some redirecting, but just because God was a more prominent part of my life didn’t mean life was going to be easier. It’s like taking a shower—just because you take one in the morning doesn’t mean you won’t get dirty during the day.
That’s a weird analogy.
Just last week, I was back and I was all the more excited about it. For the first time, I wasn’t worried about whether people would accept me. I wasn’t thinking that they didn’t want me around. I wasn’t having self-hating thoughts and condemning thoughts about others—God’s grace and love overflows within me, so I didn’t need the others to satisfy that hole.
Worship was totally different—it was heartfelt and it wasn’t just me singing along to some cool tunes and with some cute boys. It was about God and what He’s done for me. It was about the fact that my life was dead to the world and me. But because of Jesus’s sacrifice, God was able to bring me back and make me new. Every song was a story of how I’d been released from the clutches of dark feelings and dark thoughts. Every song was a plea to my heavenly father for His forgiveness and His love. I had no desire to beg for attention or show off at all. I just wanted what God wanted for me.
That was a cool feeling, too, because I was able to come to camp completely open and ready to do whatever God wanted for me. I conquered a few fears and learned about opportunities for me to work there. I discovered a new calling—I already knew I wanted to work there, but it wasn’t as strong a feeling as it was when I was there this week. I conquered the high ropes course, doing things I honestly don’t want to do again but am glad I did them once. I feel closer to God because of it.
Ponderosa Lodge.
This place is a haven. There’s nothing quite like being at Pondy. It’s a complete submerging into the presence of the Holy Spirit. It’s a place that offers so much time to be with God and grow in him with fellow Christians. It’s because of Pondy and the work that God does there that I am confident in my faith and sure of the truth.
This place is safe. My heart is secure in the Lord because of the people He surrounded me with there. Those people have helped me keep my camp high moving and getting better. I have to thank my counselor from last week, Kaela Hoch, for her grace and her love. Through that, I see God’s grace and God’s love. She has taught me many things. And to my cabin full of women after God’s own heart, thank you.
This place is moving with the Holy Spirit.
This place is home.
This place is incredible. For years and years, the people at Mount Hermon work together to create a nurturing and diverse Christian community for students and adults alike to come together and dive into the Word of God and His presence. It’s because of Mount Hermon programs that I am the believer that I am today.
Christianity has been defined as many things. Some say hypocrites. Some say extremists. Some say goodie-two shoes. For me, Christianity has been defined as a relationship with the Creator of the universe and the God that “the waves and wind obey,” not a religion with a list of rules and regulations that I have to follow in order to please a deity that may or may not punish me.
It is because of Mount Hermon programs, mostly Ponderosa Lodge, that I have developed this definition. I have learned in my eleven years attending Mount Hermon camps that God is not about making us do things or punishing us when we are wrong—which is quite often. God is loving while powerful. God is compassionate while jealous. God is giving while just. God is everything.
This past year, I attended my last program as a camper. Before last summer’s week at Pondy, I was sleepwalking. I’ve grown up in a Christian home and I’ve been taught all the lines and all the answers. I wasn’t really living as a true believer, but more so a nominal, typical “Christian.” I didn’t understand the gravity of decisions I’d made and thoughts I’d had and people I’d hung around.
Basically, I wasn’t living a godly life. I didn’t really accept all the things that God commanded and said. I didn’t understand that the Bible is the Truth and that is final. There’s nothing I can do about that. Before last summer, I was much more liberal and less in tune with the Holy Spirit. I didn’t read the Bible very often (in fact, I resented the Bible), nor did I pray (at all, almost). I watched things I shouldn’t have watched and read things I shouldn’t have. I indulged in the Devil’s delights more than I care to remember.
The Devil spoiled my thoughts and my feelings often and I didn’t turn to God in those times of need. I never actually rejected Him, but I certainly did not reach out to Him. I would look in the mirror and be so completely repulsed by the reflection. I would see pictures of me and be physically sick. I resorted to drastic, depressing (not to mention temporary) solutions that ended up drawing me even closer to the clutches of Satan.
All the while, I was attending church, leading worship for elementary- and high school-aged kids on Sundays and Wednesdays. I participated in church functions and invited people to youth group. I guess you could say I was a stereotypical Christian for a while, my hypocrisy and defiance was so insane, it’s scary just thinking about it.
Ponderosa Lodge—2010.
This place is life-changing. I came to camp last year expecting to be let down by people and not be included, which is exactly what happened. I had thoughts that people didn’t want me around and were annoyed by me. I let that get the better of me and it showed. People avoided me because I was completely shut off and unwilling to be moved. It wasn’t until Wednesday night, D.O.S. night (discipline of silence) that things turned around. After ten years of lying and crying, complaining and hating, God washed over me in one small motion, but a huge movement occurred within me.
A counselor, Elicia Turner, someone I didn’t even know, turned around and saw me sitting in the back of the theatre. She whispered something to the girl next to her and she came and sat next to me. She put her arm around me and just started praying. Out of nowhere, I felt the presence of something bright and full of love rather than the presence of self-hatred and despise. I was crying before I knew it and I was truly feeling the love of God and His Holy Spirit moving in the crowd and in me.
The next year was full of brighter days and happier times. I flushed out all the crap that was in my life—the TV shows and internet videos I watched that contained some sexual content, the books and thoughts that had similar characteristics. I stopped seeking out people that brought me down and stopped wishing I were dead. I began to pray so much more and found that God was paying attention the whole time, crying over the crap I put myself through. He was there, carrying me when I thought I was falling.
Youth group and Sunday mornings were completely different as well. My experience as a worship leader was greatly strengthened after that week. I took more interest in the songs I picked out and how we portrayed the meaning. Being a worship leader can be hard work, especially if you don’t believe in God, or at least, in my case, if you don’t sing for the right reasons. I became more concerned about how the kids, both young and old, were receiving the example I was setting, and about remembering that leading worship isn’t about the leader—it’s about the prayer, the story, the plea to God. It’s about God.
I know it sounds really poetic, but it’s all the truth. Before that night, when I couldn’t see what was in front of me, I flipped out. Now, when I don’t know what’s coming, I’ve learned to just close my eyes and face it straight on because I know God wouldn’t send harm my way. If harm were coming, I know God is standing between that force and me.
Ponderosa Lodge—2011.
This place is a reminder. Life has been different and the camp high everyone leaves with was with me the whole time. Even after a year, I was still on it. Of course, there were many bumps and detours that took some redirecting, but just because God was a more prominent part of my life didn’t mean life was going to be easier. It’s like taking a shower—just because you take one in the morning doesn’t mean you won’t get dirty during the day.
That’s a weird analogy.
Just last week, I was back and I was all the more excited about it. For the first time, I wasn’t worried about whether people would accept me. I wasn’t thinking that they didn’t want me around. I wasn’t having self-hating thoughts and condemning thoughts about others—God’s grace and love overflows within me, so I didn’t need the others to satisfy that hole.
Worship was totally different—it was heartfelt and it wasn’t just me singing along to some cool tunes and with some cute boys. It was about God and what He’s done for me. It was about the fact that my life was dead to the world and me. But because of Jesus’s sacrifice, God was able to bring me back and make me new. Every song was a story of how I’d been released from the clutches of dark feelings and dark thoughts. Every song was a plea to my heavenly father for His forgiveness and His love. I had no desire to beg for attention or show off at all. I just wanted what God wanted for me.
That was a cool feeling, too, because I was able to come to camp completely open and ready to do whatever God wanted for me. I conquered a few fears and learned about opportunities for me to work there. I discovered a new calling—I already knew I wanted to work there, but it wasn’t as strong a feeling as it was when I was there this week. I conquered the high ropes course, doing things I honestly don’t want to do again but am glad I did them once. I feel closer to God because of it.
Ponderosa Lodge.
This place is a haven. There’s nothing quite like being at Pondy. It’s a complete submerging into the presence of the Holy Spirit. It’s a place that offers so much time to be with God and grow in him with fellow Christians. It’s because of Pondy and the work that God does there that I am confident in my faith and sure of the truth.
This place is safe. My heart is secure in the Lord because of the people He surrounded me with there. Those people have helped me keep my camp high moving and getting better. I have to thank my counselor from last week, Kaela Hoch, for her grace and her love. Through that, I see God’s grace and God’s love. She has taught me many things. And to my cabin full of women after God’s own heart, thank you.
This place is moving with the Holy Spirit.
This place is home.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The Days Are Numbered
It’s been awhile but I have good reasons! I went to Pondy this week and it was absolutely amazing. More to come on that, though. I’ll be getting on writing a longer blog entry about what I learned that week. It was such a great week.
In other news, the days are numbered and I’m getting ready to move out. I’m so excited but I’m super nervous. I’m afraid my roommate won’t like me… And I hope I’ll be getting a mailbox, too.
Oh well, I’m distracted right now because I’m watching SYTYCD <3
In other news, the days are numbered and I’m getting ready to move out. I’m so excited but I’m super nervous. I’m afraid my roommate won’t like me… And I hope I’ll be getting a mailbox, too.
Oh well, I’m distracted right now because I’m watching SYTYCD <3
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