Somehow, in between all the moments spent reading Isaiah 43, and screaming during Bible rally, and walking to the meal cabin; somehow, between the moments that I sat perched behind the front desk, and the moments I sat at my picnic bench, reading and writing letters; between all the times I practiced music for worship, and during the times of joy and desperation when I cried out to the Lord my God; yes, even in the moments I spent on many fruitful and abundant trips to Dunkin Donuts, somehow, the summer still managed to slip away.
In ten days I will watch the last of the summer sun fade from the horizon as I drive off campus in my car and into the rest of my life. It is bittersweet ~ I am both painfully sentimental and intensely relieved for all of this to be over. Maybe that is because I only have three weeks in between the time camp ends and when my year at the Bible Institute begins.
After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. ~ Dumbledore
I am not dying, but somehow I feel like the above quote applies. Especially since I finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone a few days ago. I am on the cusp of my next great adventure, and even though I still have ten days and three weeks separating me from my first year of Bible college, that doesn't mean I have to wait til then to truly live. The next great adventure comes in every moment spent seeking God and His truth. Even in the mundane, I am alive, and I am free.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. ~ John 10:10
Bring it on.