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So tonight Nathanael and I made a late run for ICEES, and decided to drive past our old house. We moved right before I turned six, but my memories of those glorious years don't seem like they happened over fourteen years ago. Sometimes it doesn't seem like time flies, it just vanishes.
As we reminisced together on the drive back, it was almost as though we magically became kids again. Nathanael brought us both back to the present, however, when he eagerly told me:
"When I grow up and get a job. . ."
I couldn't help but laugh. There we were, both of us over twenty, and forgetting just how grown up we really are.
Goodness, I feel old.

What a week. . .

This week was one of those weeks in which nothing went according to plan. I got about 50 pages into Les Miserables, lost it for the whole week, and have almost finished another book in the meantime. I worked my hardest to raise sales at the gift shop this week (and succeeded), but somehow managed to get caught in the middle of a power struggle between my managers. My trip to the Dominican Republic fell through, but I just found out that I'll be counseling at a summer camp for a month instead. I made it through a multitude of graduation events this weekend, and after congratulating myself on such fortitude I crashed on a couch and slept for two hours this afternoon. And while I managed to get through this week without drinking a single soda, my brother made me such strong coffee that after two cups I was going haywire at work.
After a week of almost nothing going the way I had planned, I'm absolutely convinced that God has an amazing sense of humor. But no matter how often God throws my perfectly formulated plans out the window, at the end of the day I find myself laughing right along with Him. . .

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine's blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain,
that morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.
George Mattheson