post-grad summer ain't no bummer

Here we go.

Blogging ain't my thing, but it could be. Although I am a linear thinker, I am not just a linear thinker... so here is one way to break the mold and be creative. "Writing for fun?" they say. I'm not quite sure who "they" are... but I definitely feel the invisible critique of my actions. Yes, writing for fun. For no reason.

Today I find myself at the beginning. I kind of feel as if someone dumped a packet of pop rocks in my stomach, the green kind because they're the best. It is the beginning. You know when you close one chapter and begin another, but the page hasn't quite fully turned yet? Your eyes are begging for the page to turn faster so you can catch a glimpse of the next chapter's title. So you can be clued in to what the heck is going on. That's today.

I go to Sky Ranch today. Don't know what that is? Click here to find out. I love it, even though I've never been. Let me tell you a quick story.

Last summer I lived alone, so I would often find myself rambling to Jesus while lounging in the hammock among the fireflies. I was frustrated at work at the time; I was unhappy and telling my sweet Daddy all about it.

He asked me, "Avery, what is a dream of yours that has died?"

Caught off guard, I replied, "What do you mean, Jesus? I am twenty years old, a young'n. I haven't had time for a dream to die yet!"

Sweet Jesus and His patience respond, "Avery, what is a dream of yours that has died?"

The whole not-changing-the-phrasing-of-the-question thing clued me in that I should probably think a little deeper. Summer camp counselor. That is the dream that has died. I had wanted to be a summer camp counselor forever and ever, but never had the opportunity.

Jesus told me that I could go to camp the next summer, but I told Him I had to grow up and be a big kid and start a big kid job. He laughed and said I could go to camp the next summer.

So I am.

God is a dream-restorer, a patient ear, a best friend, a good gift-giver, a great daddio, a big ol' belly laugher, a great counselor, and a believer in my life. He is quick to deposit dreams in us, and I recommend not shoving them down. I recommend letting Him restore them. It actually doesn't matter how old or young you are. It's not too late. It's never too late with Him.

Love Him, love you,

Aves