Peace

I'm in a weird stage of writers block where I have SO MUCH I can say, that I've pretty much decided to say nothing. Some of what I learned and felt last week at EFY is so precious and sacred to me that I could never attempt to write it. Maybe in the coming months an years I can impart pieces of it slowly. Very slowly. 

     This is my only week off of EFY for the summer. I am spending it at my favorite place in the world, my grandparent's cabin in Idaho, with my family. We are having fun and ignoring the outside world and letting ourselves be swallowed up in the mountains and the sound of the wind rushing through the Aspen leaves. 

     This morning, everyone went down to the lake and I stayed behind to pack lunch. After they were all gone I realized that I was alone, in my favorite place, and that this had never happened before. 

So I prayed. 

I kneeled down and talked out loud for a long time. I talked to Him about everything. It was wonderful. 

Again, I don't know how much attention my blog will get for the rest of the summer. But I wanted you to know when you find some quiet moments, take a minute and pray. Talk to your Father. He wants to hear from you. 

Dear Everyone,

Tomorrow it begins.

8 weeks of cheering, praying, laughing, sweating, listening, sharing, fretting, hoping, and loving.

8 weeks of singing, counting, leading, teaching, learning, dancing, planning, and problem solving.

8 weeks of the Hoedown Throwdown, We Like to Party, Best Days of Our Lives, Call Me Maybe, and every One Direction song under the sun.

8 weeks of teaching correct principles and watching them govern themselves.

8 weeks of miracles.

8 groups of youth that I will fall in love with, and then pray that they choose the right for the rest of their lives.

(notice how that list does not include sleeping ;) )

So, this blog will be a little neglected until August. Meet me on Instagram instead. #efy

Alright, alright, alright alright alright HEY!