I suppose it was somewhat naive to think that I would post over the summer. Every year that I go to Living Waters, I overestimate the time that I will have to do the things that I want, and underestimate the complete lack of free time that I will have.
Especially after getting my lifeguard certification, there isn't a spare moment for me during the day, hence the reason I get up at 5:30 AM every day just to get in my time with the Lord. Sometimes even that is lacking though, because after falling into bed exhausted at night, getting up is one of the hardest things I have to do.
And yet, I keep going back. Every day at camp I eat food that is mediocre and unsatisfying, swim in a lake that is too cold, sail in a boat that is leaky, care for children that need more than a little discipline, lay in a bed that is too hard, and take a shower that is too short. Not necessarily in that order.
I think it's the feeling of total acceptance, that I am completely comfortable with everything and everyone there. I'm a wicked dork...I know this about myself, and everyone who knows me really well definitely knows it. I have accepted that I'm never going to be the suave, always composed woman that others are, and that's really ok with me, and I love being at LW where, a) everyone doesn't care how awkward I can be, and b) a lot of the people are the exact same way.
I was never that comfortable at school, so it's a relief to be there again.

Honestly, it's hard to try and start on all of the things that I have learned over the last several weeks. Well, if I'm really being honest, the learning part is still coming.
To spare all the little details, I decided over the summer that I will not be returning to Liberty. Financial reasons mainly, God didn't see fit to provide for my next year on campus. I am still struggling with frustration, with being upset that I was forced to make this decision, and with the confusion as to what I'm supposed to "do with my life" now.

God has a plan. God has a plan. God always has a plan.