This summer has been so busy, posting new blogs hasn't really been a priority. Summer has been sweet and rich. Road trips and Rock Band. Late-night movies and early-morning runs. Lazy days by the pool and busy days with friends and work. Mosquito bites and sunburns. Laughter and tears.
But this summer was so much more than the stereotypical summers that most people have. I went into this summer wanting to change, to grow. To transform. That was my prayer from the day I moved all my stuff home from those dorms. And it’s happened. Jesus has grown me, stretched me, moved me, filled me, and shaken me. I am so different.
I could write a book on everything I’ve learned this summer. Ok, maybe not a book. But it would fill up a few more than one blog post. In short, God has answered my prayer, like He always does. I am in awe when I look back at where I was only three months ago.
How do I come back from such a refreshing retreat? How do I transition from my vacation with Jesus to real life? There’s a huge test coming up that I’ve been studying for all summer with Jesus and His Word.
I am scared that I will fail.
That all this will just fade away. That I will get caught up in the same things that swept me away a year ago. That I will disappoint Him.
I wish I had some conclusion to make me feel good about the end of this. Some revelation I’ve come to. I’ve literally been sitting here trying to think of something uplifting to say. But my heart is just sighing.
So I’ll just rest in His grace, knowing His strength will keep me and His arms are always open. And through my failures, His power is shown.
Hi. I’m going to be real honest here. Real honest. This is Whitney-is-not-perfect honest. Confession time on steroids. If you're a Grace student, sorry--your secretary doesn't have it all together right now. If you didn't already know that from all the mass emails I've written, and corresponding mass emails correcting the first ones. But this post is probably my most raw one I've ever written, but I'm proud of myself because these past few days made me wonder if I’d ever blog again. You see, these past few days. Have been horrible. And I may keep using that word—horrible—throughout this post. Excuse the repetition. There really is no other word I can think of, despite all my AP English teachers’ lectures on word choice and variety. Sorry, six traits. You are taking a back seat because I still have reading due this week. It has been horrible partly because I am a horrible person. Wednesday of this week I called up a friend and told her that despi...
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