i get that its probably super unnecessary to post as much as i do, but who cares. i dont, and im the one writing. bam.
currently sitting on my porch waiting for this thunderstorm to roll through. i am realizing that it probably wont but the cracking thunder is enough to remind me that God is near. i really think that thunderstorms are more of my love language than quality time. my most intimate moment with God took place in the middle of one of the most insane storms ive ever seen. no coincidence. it reminds me that God is all about the process, every piece, every time. i will never be as strong as a thunderstorm. no matter how much i run, no matter how many pushups i do, no matter how much i work out. and anything i build with my hands can be destroyed by a storm. it is a humbling thought. maybe it should be terrifying but its not, i love it. i love knowing that i am not in control and that most of what i do will more than likely break down at some point. i am still responsible for the work of my hands, but with an understanding that the path of the world does not rest on my shoulders. praise God. literally. get it? haha, love bad jokes. forever and always.
still sick at camp which is a bummer, but Gods grace is so near and present and inescapable.
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