Warmth

So the temperature has dropped a bit this weekend as I left this place and decided to go to Geneva College to visit old friends and go to my homecoming. It was cold and yet it was so refreshing to be in the familiar. I don't know if it is just the familiarity of the place or the fact that there are some "healthy" relationships that I still have there. People with whom I do not have to preface my sentences to or explain why I am doing what I am about to do.

I've been thinking a lot about how I am tired of the word "community" and how my conception of this word is shaping. How unhealthily (if that is a word) we idolize community as opposed to creating community that pushes people to go and do not just to stay and build.

Hence why I stood ontop of the ropes course this weekend, the place that has shaped, changed, and molded me in so many differnt ways, and I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. As the tear rolled down my face I realized how good these memories are to me. It was a moment of God filling me up so much that I had to overflow somewhere. The people and events will forever be with me, but it is so nice to breath it all in every once and awhile...

I sit now in a very cold apartment, refusing to turn on heat yet and remise about this weekend. I long to be there and not to be pushed here...but as a good friend of my said once "who am I to think that college was the only good thing God has for me." I like to think of those years as stepping stones into and in what God is doing overall...they were some darn good stepping stones though, I must say.