Wahh, I’ve been a bad blogger. Remember how I said I start things and rarely finish them? Exactly what my ‘tude has been about blogging these past few weeks. I’ve got ideas, words, mojo, time, everything that is needed to sit down and produce a aimless cyber story for a few people to read. But, alas, I strayed from completing anything worthwhile, which explains my blogspot hiatus.
Excuses beside, I have had a fantastic past three weeks. Its pretty much been a random roller coaster of days that have combined together to blur into a beautiful “your life is sweet” tune. This is just such an exciting time for me. I mean, I thought senior year was exciting to get to be a big shot and decide what I was going to do with my life. But no, the exciting part is actually being in the rest of my life and realizing that I am made to be right where I am and that the plan always turns out to be so sweet.
Three weekends ago, the little dysfunctional but so loving family of Pennisula YoungLife leaders all traveled up to Richmond for the annual Committee Leader Weekend. From past weekends at the NOVA Committee Leader Weekends, I knew this weekend was guaranteed to be nothing but great, especially with the people beside me this time. Believe it or not, it exceeded my expectations and left my heart bubbling with excitement like a kid at 6am on Christmas morning. Throughout the weekend I was overwhelmed with how blessed I am to be called to be a part of such a cool and meaningful mission. I was blessed when thinking about where I come from, and felt privileged that I have the opportunity to go where I will go. CLW2k11 reaffirmed my calling to be a part of this ministry, and helped me re-lace my big girl shoes and get ready to step out into a new high school.
Appropriately, we got our shadowing placements that Sunday night. A phone call from a very excited shadowee (did I just make that up?) made me feel like I was being “bidded” on for a sorority I have been rushing for oh so long. Despite the fact that I do not know if I will end up at this school or not, I was still super pumped to get to see how they do it. And that first phone call, that was only the beginning to what felt like an always-fun-but-still-crazy pledge week. Early mornings and late nights (due to stupid stinkin’ midterms!) plus the factor that I was blessed with a vicious cold made me walk around campus like a zombie for five days. And I loved it. Waking up at 4:45 on a Wednesday morning for campaigners does not make the typical college student as giddy as it makes me, I am pretty much sure of this. But for me, this was the beginning of the rest of my life *cue cheesy graduation soundtrack* and I was darn-tootin’ excited that it had finally arrived.
After a week of crazy amounts of YoungLife, I ventured back to good old home to be with ma, pa, and my special-needs cat daisy. I couldn’t have been at a happier place for spring break. I stripped all social inhibitions and switched off between vegetating on the couch, making arts and crafts, and being accompanied by a mom who acts like I have just come home from ‘nam every time I enter the house. I chuckled to my home-body self as I had no desire to go somewhere tropical or fun, but had the best time just being by myself or with my parents in a house that has cradled me for 15 years. In that week was a quick trip to Philadelphia, to see some great old friends and be a real life city-slicker for a good two days, a visit from a nomadic Indiana-an girl whose friendship I adore, and a homecoming of many familiar faces before I departed back to bad news. I couldn’t have asked for a better break. Going home always overwhelms me with joy because where I come from, boy, it is great. And I wouldn’t change one thing about it.
So, onto the next week of shadowing at Grafton, capped off by what could be the craziest weekend of the semester, with about 10 non-captain friends visiting. I sure am glad to be back at this fine institution. My drive back was the first drive where I felt ready to be back, where I was excited to make the three hour drive, and where I couldn’t stand to be away from this place any longer. I’m astonished that the year is almost over and that I will never in my life be a pip-squeak freshman again after this year, but I am insanely thankful and blessed to be right where I am, and to be shaped by my God through this place in such surprising and mysterious ways.
I promise I will be better about posting on this, I am going to start to work on my whole I cant finish anything syndrome. For good.
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