One for the books

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.