Over the course of the past three weeks, i have sat through thirty youth camp services (and one Sunday morning service). I have experienced four different speaking styles and heard four different stories.
I have been forever changed.
With regard to Christianity and spirituality, I have experienced many seasons of the soul: zealousness (which is a real word), open defiance, utter brokenness, sheer bewilderment, and everything in between. This past year has been a reawakening of my faith. I have broken through my angst ridden teenage years plagued by doubt. I have discovered a desire to empty myself and give my life away. However, i haven't moved past that. I haven't enacted that desire. When it enters my cognition, I avoid the subject.
This past week, It hit me head on. I have no choice but to accept the responsibilities my journeys have uncovered.
I chose a life of love. I chose a life of prayer. I chose a life this is no longer my own.
