Stream of Consciousness

Christina Frustration. Irritation. Exhilaration. (And I admit maybe a little delirium at the end.) I couldn’t quantify it. I certainly couldn’t qualify it. So instead, I submerged myself in the tumultuous emotions that mercilessly hurdled at me. In the height of the moment, tears threatened to run down my cheeks and an unabashed scream teetered precariously at the verge of my mouth. “Deep breath,” I mentally reminded myself for the five hundred thousandth time, muttering a brief prayer under my breath instead. “Please Lord, let this physics roller coaster project work. We’ve been working on it for over twenty hours now, and I could really use a miracle right now. Amen.” And I know... I know . It’s silly: both the act of praying in a secular moment like this and the trivial content of my prayer. I guess that’s why my prayer didn’t come to fruition in the end, and so the struggle continued. I devised a plan; albeit, a cheesy one to uplift our dejected spirits. We would say a compliment e...

Avery Over the four day weekend, I got to spend my time at Hume Lake Winter Camp with  325 other high schoolers and 40 leaders. It was eye-opening and beautiful, but during the 6-hour bus ride home, I wondered what aspect from Hume I would choose to write about. It took me time — I could write about the transformative powers of nature, the way friendships can be developed so deeply in so little time, how fun a little independence is, and the like. But I realized something minute, yet important, during my trip, which I feel speaks to me most. During summer camp in August, I spent nearly a week in the presence of God, being immensely transformed and convicted at the same time; I was baptized soon after and tried reading the word of God daily, but this drive soon fizzled out.  I wrote at winter camp that “I don’t feel overwhelmingly moved by anything” like I did during summer camp, but that’s okay. I felt “tiny stirrings in my heart,” which I can be more impor...