How blessedly quickly God can fast forward 3 months.
It seems like a week ago I was trucking back to Jersey, with my dirty clothes and textbooks stuffed into my minivan.
And now I am almost done with summer. It didn't feel like summer, because it wasn't very fun. There were fun parts, like the weekends I would spend with Camden, or a fun night at home with my family, or singing at church, or talking to my parents, or going on adventures in Manhattan.
But most of this summer was hard. Hard to be working when I just wanted to rest. Hard to not be making money (internship). Hard to keep up school friendships and be intentional about home friendships when all I wanted to do was crash after work. Hard to be cheerful. Hard to enjoy God.
And now the summer is almost over. What do I have to show for it? A couple of train ticket stubs. A farmer's tan from working with volunteers outside. Paint stains on my leg that I still can't wash off. Memories. And what I hope God has through His kindness made into a more cheerful, content and womanly heart.
A few more days of work, then I'm off to the Outer Banks with my family for the first real rest I will have had in a long, long time. I think my head needs it.
Then. I pack all my belongings into my minivan again, this time with clean clothes and textbooks I plan to resell to unsuspecting freshmen. And I will begin again, just like I did when I started summer back in May.
What do you have to show for your summer? Any regrets? Any lessons learned? Take the poll on the sidebar, too. Love you guys.