Well this is finally it...my time in Dallas is coming to an abrupt, yet somewhat drawn-out end. Saturday morning I'll say a bright and early goodbye to my family, pick up Keila, swing by starbucks, and head off to camp. Aside from a very short trip back home in August to attempt to shove everything I own into my tiny car, I won't be coming back to Dallas until Christmas.
It's a weird feeling to be terrified, thrilled, sad, and relieved all at the same time.
Being back here forces me to deal with my past in an extremely uncomfortable and direct way. I'm just not the same person I was back then so facing old friends, ex boyfriends, and past decisions is unbelievably difficult. I've wanted to write about it all summer but there just aren't words to express what it's like. All I can say is I'm thankful for the painful yet beautiful reminder of the unthinkable grace of God...and I'm super glad I'm leaving in two days.
On the other hand, I hate leaving my family. We just got back from what could potentially be the last vacation the 5 of us would take alone and it makes it even harder to say goodbye. For the first time in a long time I feel really close to them all. My brother and sister are both in a really good place and I'm so lucky to have them. Plus we have incredible parents who I think could quite possibly be the coolest people alive. As much as I love and miss Auburn, it's still a little hard to leave home.
But I'm ready. I have no idea what to expect from camp this summer. I have no idea why God even chose me for this job. All I know is I'm excited and scared and anxious and ready to go.
I feel incredibly blessed to get to serve Him in this capacity and I can't wait to see what He has in store for Shores 2nd half staff and campers.
So anyway, I might get to post on my days off...but if not please don't worry - I'll be back in August.
