See Ya Later
I hate goodbyes. I don't like hugs, or tears, or watching someone leave. I despise packing up my belongings once again and closing the door on yet another place I've called home. It's a strange feeling; knowing that I have another landing point, another home base, another piece of the family of God to return to. Gratefulness overcomes me. All the fear and doubt coming into the summer were destroyed little by little, replaced with truth about God and the depth of the power of the cross. Reminders of the power of God's Word were woven into each day and culminate in my head, forming a picture of this summer. Never have I experienced a place where a missional mindset is so consistently displayed within the world of sport. Daily, there is discussion and integration of biblical principles and truth into whatever project or task is at hand. For 9 full weeks, I experienced the change that occurs in one's life when intentional community, vulnerability, and radical c
