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.