Two Good Byes and a Hello

• I'm done with working for Facilities Services at Covenant College FOREVER. Praise the Lord. I am thankful that I had a job for the few in between weeks in May, but I am also very thankful that it is over. It is thankless work, cleaning a college campus, but I suppose someone must do it. And for May, it was me. But I packed up the smattering of belongings that I brought with me to the Big House, and left. Saying good-bye to the Mountain for the summer. Good Bye, Mountain.
  
• Matt left for his four week training in Orlando before he goes to Ethiopia for six weeks. 12 weeks is wayyyy too long for him to be gone. But we've done the long distance thing before, we'll do it again. I'll simply be glad when he's home again. Good Bye, Boyfriend.
  
• And now my family is all gathering in town for my sisters graduation from High School. I am proud of her. But I really can't believe that she is already graduating from NCCS. Didn't I just graduate? How is she already done too!? Time just moves too fast for my liking.
• But Sunday starts the Fun. I'll load up my car. Don my t-shirts and shorts. And head out to Camp. And I can not wait. I'm ready for Vespers, the Bathhouse, Cabin Esther and the campers. And more than that, I can not wait to see what the Lord is going to teach us all this summer. Hello, Camp Westminster.
  

smells like summer time

School is over, at least for the summer and that means only one thing is on my mind:

CAMP WESTMINSTER.

For the past few weeks I have really been struggling with whether or not I made the right choice in going back to Camp. If I really did think the Lord called me there for the fourth summer, or if that was just me settling for the easy road. I really did not know. I have all these friends who are interning or going abroad, living the life I so desire and long for. A life on the move for Christ, loving on people and showing them the Gospel in everyday life. And for a few weeks, I have been discouraged about the fact that I was missing out on that opportunity.

And then I got a letter in the mail.

Mary Brantley is going to be my head staff member at Camp, and I have had the privilage of working wiht her for the past four summers. And I believe it is fair to say that MB knows me pretty well. She's loved me through a lot and she is one of my wisest friends. And I got this letter from her that smacked me across the face and reminded me of why I was going to camp this summer. The GOSPEL. I am not going back to camp because it is fashionable or because it is easy or because I wanna fall in love with a JC boy ( I already did that, thanks). No. I am going back to camp because the Gospel is real and it is alive and children need to hear its beautiful message. And so do I.

So while for me, this summer does not mean several new stamps in my passport. It does mean I have the chance to live out loud and on the move for Christ. It means that the Gospel should (and will) be made new and more precious than ever before in my life. And for that, I am ready.

Bring it on C-Dub. I can not wait to see what I learn this summer.

Finals week.

It's finals time here on my Mountain.

I call it my Mountain because when I talk about going to school, my life as a student or heading back to campus with people other than Covenant students, I say: "Well I'm headed back to the Mountain." or "I live on a Mountain, I have no idea what goes on in the world." I'm serious, those words have absolutely come out of my mouth before. But I digress.

It's finals time here on my mountain, and while I am supposed to be thinking about these things:

• conjugating the imparfait and the passe compose in French
• the pros and cons of infant baptism and eschatology
• and figuring out what the crap Freud was saying

I'm really only thinking about these:
Seriously, I want them. Bad. And of course my pocket book groans at the thought of purchasing them, but, OH! How cute would my foot look in that shoe?