Line Obsession: “That’s what it means to be an American. To be free to love who and what you want, and to keep a lot in your heart at once.” Same Sun Here by Silas House and Neela Vaswani
This was my family for 7 weeks this summer. And I miss them. So much. These are people I celebrated with, interceded for, and goofed off with under the blazing sun and in the relief of air conditioning.
I am so blessed to have gotten to live in such a powerful community with these people. It was a true (earthly) image of what the body of Christ is supposed to be. So I miss them dearly, but I know that it was great while it lasted and God taught me so much through each of them. I learned who I want to be and how to let God use me and what it looks like to grow. I was reminded of how far I've come and how far I still have to go in my relationship with Jesus.
The worst part is that most of these precious friends I will never see again. Now I'm not going to limit what God can do, but half of them aren't even from the south, let alone involved with the Salvation Army so who knows, perchance I we will one day have a grand reunion (before Heaven).
But even if not, I think it's the neatest thing that all of us will share these memories for (hopefully) forever. And that for this one summer we all got to spend it together and each of our hearts now share that piece of our lives. That's what the quote at the top means to me.
Leaving camp has been an adjustment here and it also makes me nervous to head back to school. I'm excited to catch up with old friends but I know that I've changed and I hope that they have too and well that makes things a little different. We each have our stories to tell from this summer.
But a big part of what makes me nervous is that I've spent so much time in such a tight Christian community away from the real world and I'll be going to school where well, it's not. So it's just a completely different atmosphere all together. I know it's where I'm supposed to be, but that doesn't mean it's going to be easy.



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