This is easily the weirdest summer I’ve ever had.
That being said, let’s recall that I worked at Walmart full
time two summers ago, and last summer I shipped out to join a hundred other
crazy Christians like myself, eager to learn more about our Savior.
So, what makes this summer one for the Weird Books?
Well, for one I’m living at home, in a new town that I’d
been to maybe five times on school breaks this year—a town with what Mama Wats
claims is a population of a thousand people (I’m skeptical).
But that’s not the weird part.
Everyday well, Tuesday-Saturday, I wake up at 4:45am get
dressed and drive 40 minutes to a neighboring town, and once I get there I get
to work making doughnuts and all sorts of carb filled treats.
That’s right, I’m working at a bakery. Actually, working
isn’t the right word, I’m volunteering
at a bakery. Mhmm,
And friends, it’s awesome.
The “Bakery Story” is kind of a long, but the gist of it is,
I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I’m about to be a senior in college—and
that’s great and all, but the closer to the outside world I get the less sure I
am of what to do. And that’s when all of this happened. To make the long story
even shorter I’ll get to the essence: I think I want to own a bakery. This
bakery. The one I’m working at. And so far Jesus has been opening the doors for
that possibility and dragging me through them.
This all leads me to say, that we have a really big God, He
has been amazing me with the doors he’s opened, beckoning me on, on to faith
and trust in Him. Because no matter where my life leads—it’s Him that calls me
on—no matter the door He’s the one shouting my name. In this crazy life that He’s
plopped me into He is in control, calming my seas, and laying out opportunities
that are literally insane to anyone but Him.
So friends, what door is He calling you to right now? I hope
your summers are just as crazy as mine.
Xoxo, baker girl.
