i witnessed God and saw God moving and working a lot this summer, but i never did ever feel overwhelmed by or content in God's presence. i was fine being an instrument to serve but never myself felt stretched by God's love.
there is something about this place that i love to hate and hate to love. i suppose it is my sacred spot, being here at wingate. the place that i know, time and time again, i will always find God. whether in meaningful conversations late at night, the moon - full and hanging low, or the incredible, massive sky that stretches for miles and miles and miles. forever.
the Creator of the universe wants me to want him.
that is a good feeling.
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