I can't wait for class to start tomorrow!!!! However, I am not excited about my three hour physics lab...on the first day.

I've just moved into my new dorm, and I'm SO excited. My roommate enjoys Home Improvement (so we should get along, right?), my suitemates are letting me use their fridges, and the entire suite is well decorated and air conditioned. I am super excited now about the upcoming year. A little nervous, too. One of my best friends that I spent a good deal of last year with is away at Disneyworld. I have three very difficult classes this semester. I will be rushing starting next week, so I get to meet the freshmen and meet all the sororities...all in the same week. I will also (hopefully) be joining a bible study in order to be on RUF leadership. Consequently, my semester is going to be insanely crazy. I know I'm going to enjoy every minute of it, but so many new experiences at once kind of scares me a lot.

I feel like in the past few months, my relationship with God has become stagnant, even regressive. Is that a word? I think so. I haven't read my Bible at all, listened to Him, or even talked to Him. How can I have a relationship with someone I haven't even talked to? That's ridiculous.

However, I feel that, every day, God is making it more and more clear to me how much I need him. I've been trying so long to do it all on my own. That obviously doesn't work, as I keep finding out. I am so dependent on Him for everything, but I obviously forget it all the time. I'm also backsliding constantly, but I'm trying to move back to where God wants me, too. I think it's going to be a long process. A life-long one, if you will. But that's what he asks of me and what I'll try to give: total, complete, 100%, "I'm all in" commitment.

I am constantly reminded of how much I miss camp. I know camp is all I've talked about for the past few weeks, but it has been so important to me. It has shown me things about myself that I've forgotten. I made so many friends there that it's almost ridiculous. I know I want to go back (because I truly do like the work), but it will be so different if my good friends do not want to go back. Just hanging around with my camp friends for probably the last time this summer is a reminder of what the next few months will not be like.