Who knows where this blog will end up.
First, a word or two about WinterFest. I was a cabin counselor for seven sophomore girls for the weekend. On the bus ride there, which lasted approximately 5 hours, my girls were the loudest on the bus. My thoughts ran something like this: "God, you better have something awesome planned this weekend." I wasn't sure I was ready for whatever God was about to throw at me, but I knew He wouldn't leave me hanging.
We had a GREAT weekend. I'm not sure the total number of students, but we had 4 Coach buses full of students and leaders from the Crystal Lake and Elgin campuses of Harvest Bible Chapel. God was present and he was moving and he changed a lot of hearts. He showed up and he made himself known.
All of my girls reached a moment of breakdown, of helplessness, of complete abandon of themselves. They each had moments of realization. I heard things like, "I actually want to be different." "I want to stop sneaking out." "I want to stick to it." "I want to quit doing ____."
Remember those days? Remember the days when, as a teenager, God felt so good and faith seemed so easy, yet our friends seemed cooler and more fun? I remember that. I remember being 16 and wanting to be different but not knowing how to be.
It makes me wonder what I was missing, what I needed to help me, what could have brought me up in the faith in a stronger, firmer way.
When I stop and look at my life, at who I am right now, and the things I'm doing, I wonder what happened to me. And I say this to mean that God came in and interrupted my life and wrecked my faith and changed my desires so radically that I don't want the same things for my life that I once did.
I'm so busy these days I rarely have time to sit and write a blog. Classes are going well, really well in fact. Work is going well. Everything seems to be falling into place lately, which I find is no coincidence.
I'm blessed beyond comprehension. That's all I can really say.
Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.