It's been a weird, funky and bumpy road since New Zealand--- I've been home almost twice as long as I've been away. Nothing's really happening. I'm not really anything. I thought I would be.
FORTUNATELY.....I'm here. I'm back at Camp Burnamwood. And I made a paper mâché tree. Here, I feel like I know myself again.
I'm directing High School Conference this week--- I've come full circle, from camper to counselor to full on director. It's a little surreal and then there's that thing where I made a paper mâché tree.
The theme of this week is 'Rooted in Love,' and after a some (A LOT) of help the idea of creating a tree for an aspect of love came about. There's the Trunk of Trust, the Branches of Prayer, the Roots of Forgiveness, the Justice Leaves (GET IT LIKE THE JUSTICE LEAGUE?!) and the Fruit of Hope.
I'm writing about the 'Branches of Prayer' this eve.
For the nights worship, we were given a little piece of paper and a pen. On it, we were tasked with writing what we are thankful for.
I wrote simply 'This year means more to me than anyone will ever know. THANK YOU'
2013 has really learned me good. Even though right now, I'm so unsure and insecure....I think back to my rock, and I remember where I'm standing. I'm underneath my favorite stars, standing in my favorite place.... And I remember that everything is okay. Everything is going to be just fine.
