Epiclogue*

I want to write something, which is how I know I won’t be able to.

I’m trying too hard. I do that a lot.

I want to write something really great about this summer and how brokenness is beauty and God’s love and children and people… but it all feels like straw.

I’ve decided not to run cross country, which means that this semester will be different… probably not as different as I think.

I’ll probably end up watching lots of Hulu and feeling guilty about it… or maybe not. But, seeing as the whole plan of being swept up into an epic adventure (involving magic and choreographed musical numbers) won’t happen, it’s a distinctive possibility.

I make so many mistakes. God loves me anyway. That’s my summer. Grace. SO much GRACE! GAH!

“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” 1 Peter 5:10."

*See what I did there? J