The fruit of the spirit's not a coconut.

I pulled into the driveway after 10:00 last night. The feeling of coming home, home to stay, home for good - this turned out (rather unsurprisingly) to be a delightful one indeed.  And for a girl who over the course of 9 weeks, spent a few weekends at home for less than 24 hours, this is an incredible joy. For the first time, I'm not in a rush to sort through laundry, pack up, and go right back down to Jackson again. For the first time, I can slow down, rest, and enjoy everything around me at my own pace. After a whole summer of rushing exhaustion and excitement, I have a deep, new-found appreciation for this happy home, dear family, God-glorifying church, and slow pace of  the remaining summer in Woodside Circle.
I am blessed. How could it have taken even a whole summer to realize the richness of His abundant mercy, grace, and loving kindness on me, even me, a wretched sinner; a sinner wholly undeserving of the goodness of God? Yet He continues to pour out His love. He is good, He is faithful, even when I am not. I pray He would teach me to live a life of gratitude, to live with my eyes fixed on the cross, "looking unto Jesus."

Yes, I've missed out on plenty of events (thanks for the constant reminder, Facebook), but I've gained so much this summer. So much more that I would have never done, seen, heard, learned had I not gone to work at Twin Lakes this summer. I've had so many wonderful experiences, and some not-so-wonderful. I've learned so much. I've been stretched - physically, spiritually, mentally. I've had crazy fun times. I've made lifelong friends - leadership staff, other counselors, and even my sweet campers. I've had the opportunity to minister to children, to pour out myself for them, to teach them the gospel, and to live it out (however imperfectly).

It's funny how you imagine life at home to simply stand still while you're away. But life doesn't cope with your demands. Life went on as usual at home - yes, even without me. (Crazy, right?) We even met my new little brother, Ermias, and had a grand old visit. I only got to be a part of just two days of this visit. Once again, life goes on without you - whether you like it or not. A hard, but oh-so-true lesson to learn.

I don't regret spending my summer there. Not one bit. I wouldn't take it back for all the world. Praise be to God for the opportunity He has given me this summer. I pray that He would use these experiences to mold me more into His image, to make my life look more like His.

P.S. This doesn't even scratch the surface of describing my time at Twin Lakes. Perhaps another post complete with pictures and stories will suffice. And of course, pictures of Ermias, as well. :)