Hannah kindly pointed out to me that my last post title contained the word "Dfoucs" which isn't actually a word at all. ESL moment. Sorry.
I am currently sitting at home on my own laptop, watching Emily Skaar paint a box as we listen to the sound of the dryer humming in the background. It's nice to actually be close to home for the summer.
The summer is going by in a blur, just as I thought it would. It made me sad at first, but now I'm content with it. God's taken me through so many programs like this where deep relationships are formed and left. I'd be really depressed if I didn't know that one day I won't have to say goodbye to anyone anymore.
The girls in my cabin--number 6--are nearly as precious to me as the ladies of The Fritz. We live up on a hill, so we are a bit separated from everyone else and have called ourselves the Sexy Seis. A lot of snuggling goes on in there and nothing remains hidden between us. It's a little frightening.
I've made friends with some Chinese girls who take pictures at Dollywood and Splash Country. I'm kind of amazed at God for bringing us together because he KNEW how much I wanted to minister to the foreign university students this summer and I've never had real Chinese friends before. They are so cute--I just want to put them in my purse and take them everywhere I go.
Tonight I am going to my seventh free showing of Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat. I am an unabashed fan girl who is not afraid to dance through the entire thing. It's kind of like Disney, the Bible, and rainbow dance parties all mixed into a two hour experience. The Chinese girls love it more than I do now and I make it my personal duty to get as many people as addicted to it as I am.
My prayers are changing from, "God, make me more loving....show me where you want me to go....help me do this..." to "Jesus, make me look more like you and make me teachable and pliable so that you can change me deep inside. Do what you want in me. I can do nothing good on my own, it all has to be you." He's so big--it's truly amazing.
I've finally seen the full redneck side of my hometown and it shines in all its rotten toothed, extra syllabled, hairy-chested, stretch-marked glory. Last summer I had a Uganda accent whenever I left my house. This summer it's a country accent that comes out every time I stand behind a cash register, drenched in sweat with the smell of Co-Cola and hawtdogs filling my nostrils as I smile at customers with all of my pearly whites still in tact. Thank you, Splash Country foods.
*Sigh* there's too little time to really type up this experience. All I know is that this is EXACTLY what was perfect for me this summer. Why do I ever doubt that my father's plans are better than my own?
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