…And here is a blog to prove it.
It’s been a while. I’m not happy that it has been a while. I miss this – writing and blogging. I haven’t blogged in about a month, and I haven’t written for almost that long. It isn’t that I haven’t had anything to say; on the contrary, I’ve had lots to say, but few words to say it with. And since I’m not a fan of forcing myself to write stuff that hasn’t been fully formed within me, I held off.
I’m still holding off, but I wanted to make sure I hadn’t forgotten the password to get into my blog. And while I’m here, I might as well write something, huh? So I’ll tell you about my summer.
This summer has been a quiet one in many ways. I’ve gotten to sleep in. I’ve gotten to stay up ridiculously late. There are more days that I haven’t put on makeup than days I have put on makeup. I learned a rap. It’s a rap from a musical, but it’s a rap nonetheless and I’m going to keep saying so because I feel a little bit hardcore about it. I’ve become a belayer (belay person? belayist? rock wall rope holder?) and have succumbed to the joys of physics. Because physics tells me I can be 100 pounds and still haul a 180-pound 11th-grade farm boy up a rock wall without anyone falling to their death. And you know what? PHYSICS IS TELLING THE TRUTH. I’ve taught a camp staff about homesickness. I made a Prezi and everything. I visited camp and led an interest group about sign language and when I went home that afternoon, I wasn’t at all upset about not working at camp this summer. Mostly, I was excited to sleep in air conditioning and not be directly responsible for the lives of 15 children. I planned VBS for 20 preschoolers. Then I taught those 20 preschoolers. And my brain didn’t explode. I’ve led a few Bible studies. I’ve fallen in love with the youth group at my church. I’ve had some of the best nights of my life, sitting around a campfire, listening to the workings of the Lord in their lives.
God is really, very good.
I’ve also watched a season of Once Upon a Time, a season and a half of Smash, and re-watched multiple episodes of Firefly and Castle and Grey’s Anatomy. I got to level 34 in Candy Crush. I’ve read some books. So, I mean, there is a significant amount of laziness happening this summer as well. Part of me wants to be bitter about it, but another part of me is really just happy to be lazy for a while.
I’m growing. I’m learning about myself. About the Lord. About other people. Sometimes, the growing is scary. Growing close to people means you tell them all the ways they could hurt you and then trust that they won’t. Growing close to God means you trust that He’s doing the right thing with you. Learning about myself means both admitting to myself that I’m not as special as I thought I was, and also that I’m more incredible than I think I am. I’m still working that one out.
But you know what? A lot of the time, the growing is really awesome. Growing close to people means having people in your corner, being trusted, being seen. Growing close to God means finding this beautiful peace that everything could go wrong in your entire life, but that you would still be perfectly loved and perfectly saved. And learning about myself means realizing that I am becoming something, even when I don’t feel like I am. It’s quite the adventure.
I hope your summer is going well, too. I hope you’re learning stuff and watching some TV and reading something good and investing in someone and allowing yourself to be invested in. I hope you’re a little bit scared and a lot in awe. And if you’re in Australia or Argentina or someplace where it is winter (because WordPress tells me some of you are down there), I hope your winter is going in a similar fashion.
I’ll write something with a tad more substance soon. Poems and such. The words are close – I can sense them coming :)
Which is a good sign.