Summer Thus Far

War wound! Stupid TVs. 

I've had an interesting last few weeks. I can't quite remember when I last updated, because I have a terrible memory, but I thought I'd try and keep up with my blogging so I have a record of things that I did this summer so I can convince myself I've actually done something.

It's amazing how much one appreciates being busy when they suddenly have nothing to do with themselves. I've started to experience since I've gotten back from Summit, and I'm actually starting to crave the brain-stimulating structure of school. Which is sort of sad and anti-teenager, I think. I have literally watched two seasons of Scrubs, one season of Grey's Anatomy, one season of I Shouldn't Be Alive, a season of Sherlock, and half a season of Doctor Who all on Netflix since the beginning of last month. I have also written 15,000+ words on the story I'm writing, sketched several pictures, ridden my horse...once, led worship at youth group several times, worked 24+ hour weeks for the last five weeks, lost my phone, learned to finger-pick on the guitar, ate a gallon of Blue Bell ice cream, and sliced a three-and-a-half inch gash into my thigh with a TV.

So, maybe I have been sort of productive.I feel like half of what I've done doesn't matter at all, and the other has made me a better rounded person. I still need to register for my ACT because I'm now on drugs (^-^), and for whatever reason, I've been putting it off forever because I'm sort of in denial that I'm actually going to be going to college in a year. How crazy is that? A year from now, I'll be getting ready to move into a dorm and find out who my room mate is, picking a major, and making a new life for myself. 

My godsisters came out to see us last week!

Dear God, I'm getting old. 


Concerning the future, I actually had something really awesome happen to me the other week. It was one-o-clock in the morning, and since I tend to put off going to bed for as long as I can, I decided to go lay outside on our concrete porch and look at the stars. I live out in the country, so it's easier to see them, and it feels like they're even brighter. 
I thought it might be good to pray. I was laying underneath the vast stretch of just a small part of God's glorious creation, and it occurred to me how small I really am. It had been on my mind to try to decide for sure what I want to do when I get to college, and what I want to pursue as a career in my life, so I thought I could maybe...ask God. In the Bible, I have seen that sometimes the prophets would ask the Lord for a sign so he could reveal to them the future, or to tell them how to make a decision. 

We're attractive.

My eyes were trained on the glittery sky, and I thought of something. In the quietness of my mind, I asked him, God, I know you can communicate if you want, and I believe you can deliver miraculous signs. I can't decide for myself if You want me to be a missionary, or a counselor. I feel an equal calling on my heart for both, and I can't choose. If you want me to be a counselor, send a shooting star to the left. If you want me to be a missionary, send one to the right. I'll listen.
I waited for a few minutes before something caught my eye. To my left, I saw a light shoot a small distance and then disappear. I thought, Are you sure?
A few seconds later, there was another to my left.
I know what He wants. It feels right to me.