Holy Balls. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, you will double the amount of time I feel like I have had to breath in the last week or two. Of course I am exaggerating, but not by much. Between running a basketball camp, my internship, my mom having surgery, my day of birth, weddings and carting kids around... good old skip put some miles on him, and I felt like a soccer mom in a saturn. I shouldn't complain though... 1.) Thats life kid, suck it up. 2.) I secretly enjoyed it.
Sometimes I get complacent and selfish. I like to think that days to myself are better then spending time doing things with or for others. I think that the most satisfying break I could have is taking a long nap or reading a book and being alone. While those things are good and enjoyable, and well, I definitely need them sometimes... I feel like even if life is crazy and overwhelming sometimes, I would much rather be going nuts and staying busy then sitting my butt and only satisfying my personal wants needs.
Running basketball camp was such a crazy experience. My morning session only had 8 kids for 3 hours... and lets just say there were no Michael Jordan's in this group. You know that its a strange basketball camp when the favorite part of the week is the one day we make cards for people during devotions. Arts and crafts always screw up sports... just kidding. This session was a test of my patience. Oh boy God, thanks for that. I think I could have had a better attitude at times, but once I got over myself and my expectations, I think God worked some pretty good things... not just with the kids, but with my heart too. My second group was absolutely amazing. 22 k-2 graders for an hour and a half. Time flew. My favorite thing about this group was the questions they would ask. There was one kid, parker, he was cute. Khaki shorts, crew socks that were just above the ankles, collared shirt, and Spiderman velcro sneakers. good stuff. He said to me "Yesterday, my mom was getting blood drawn so I was praying for her. I was praying to God really hard that she would be okay, but she passed out twice." Then he asked "If God can hear me, then why did my mom pass out? Why doesn't he listen sometimes?" I was blown away. Parker and I had a good little chat, but what is the best way for a little kid to really understand that just because God doesn't always answer prayers doesn't mean he doesn't hear you? I think that God used the kids to really try and help me see my own weaknesses. Like lack of patience, or my habit of getting frustrated with God when he doesn't answer prayers the moment I want them.
Where the heck has summer gone? Where the heck has life gone? I am 22 years old. My friends are getting married and having babies and going to grad school and becoming adults and having lives.... I'd be okay if I could go back to the day of silent ball, four square, yo-yo's and POGS. If zubas also came back in style... I think I'd be okay. Jelly Sandals anyone? But School starts in two weeks. And as reality has it, I am starting senior year of college. I'm pretty sure I'm ready to grab life by the horns and start trekking forward... and lets be honest its going to be a wild ride. But I am buckled in and ready to go. Might throw up a few times along the way... but thats what barf bags are for.
Song of the moment: Motions- Matthew West
