Summer Beach Project has been a draining two weeks. I can personally say I will never again silently look down upon a fast food worker when they fail to get my order right or don’t take it quick enough. The emotional conversations here are enough to make me want to sleep for 10 hours every night, but for those of you who know me you know I’d never do that. It’s possible I have permanent sunburn, and my freckles have made a roaring appearance. My feet need some attention, after standing on them all day and not taking the time to re-paint my toenails they are screaming at me to buck-up and pay for a pedicure. But I don’t get paid till Friday, and I’m practicing being a good steward of my money, so I doubt that will happen. To top it all off, even as I write this the local ice cream truck has made its daily appearance. It may sound just darling, but the song blaring from its car-top bullhorn is enough to make me want to pull a Carrie Underwood and take a Louisville Slugger to it.
But I don’t ever want to leave. Nothing I’ve mentioned is bad, I truly love it all.
McDonald’s is such a humbling experience. I am more educated than many of the people I stand across the counter from everyday, but they treat me like scum. Why? Because I am scum. God has really been showing me this summer that I am no better than anyone else. If I truly believe that all sin is the same like I so often claim to, then I will never again look at someone else and think to myself, ‘Well, at least I don’t do THAT. God must love me a little more.’ I’ve been taken down a peg or two, and even though I didn’t realize I needed that I am forever grateful to the Golden Arches.
My relationships at Beach Project are deeper than I ever thought relationships could get. Everyone is so vulnerable and lays all their cards on the table. The Godly relationships being built daily are such a wonderful gift from the Lord. My Christian community is getting so much stronger and as I think about heading back to Samford in the fall and having to live for Him instead of myself, I am so thankful I’ll have many of these new relationships alongside me to hold me accountable each and every day.
A better writer than myself would have a creative bit about how the ice cream truck relates to their relationship with the Lord and therefore they are thankful for it. But sadly, I just want to tear out its mechanical vocal cords. I’ll work on my hateful feelings and get back to you though. God has revealed Himself everywhere else this summer; I don’t doubt He can use an ice-cream truck too.
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