People wonder what was the best part of my summer. After spending the summer in 4 different places and each vastly different from the other its hard to know what was the best part.
The most amusing was the shocked looks of people when they found out I was an adult and not a little teenager. The curious little girl who wondered if I knew how to drive was simply the best. Somehow every time I fly I feel as though everybody is trying to help the "poor little girl". Its nice really. Maybe the more amusing thing though was laughing with my friends over things only we would laugh about. Nothing feels better than laughter that makes the tears come out.
Maybe the best thing of summer was when I stepped through the doors of a place I had never been before...the family homeless shelter. It was there that homeless shelter became more than just a name. It was a place that held faces..behind the faces there was hurt. There was a struggles to serve a God and understand Him to the fullest. It was there in that shelter next to the greyhound bus station where I felt humbled, stretched, and blessed to the very core.
Or maybe the best part of summer was when I went to a tiny town and slept in a tiny camper for a week and saw some very big things. I'm not sure why I liked that week in June so much. It might have been that I just enjoy quiet little towns and seeing a cornfield every day makes me happy. Maybe though it was because the storms were loud at night and I couldn't sleep. All day long there were things to do and bedtime came late, but there was always just enough strength. God was faithful during that short week as He proved Himself to be all summer.
Summer was sweet when I came to aunt's house and we ate lots of ice cream. We laughed and laughed. I heard my cousin laugh and I laughed some more. I got to make cookies and see pretty sunsets. I went to aunt's church and was blessed immensely. I read my Bible in a comfy chair in the corner room of the house. All the while spending time with my wonderful family. It really is true that NE is the good life you know.
Just maybe though I think the best part was knowing God always in control. I knew God was in control when everybody wanted to know what my summer plans were and school was a few days from ending I still didn't know. I knew God was in control when I saw the car I smashed. God was in control when the absurdly low airline ticket showed up whisking me home for a friend's wedding and allowing me very precious time with the family.
When summer is all said and done my suitcase will have been packed 6 times. I've gone to places known and some unknown. Time was spent with old friends and new people were met and made friends. Sometimes I felt sad other times I laughed and laughed. I never drank quite enough coffee, but had many a good conversation over coffee.
Summer of 2011 arrived and now is soon is departing but it will not be soon forgotten....
because God was faithful. The end.
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