In honor of Throwback Thursday, I’m throwing it waaaay back to 1998.
Summer, to be exact.
That was my second summer down on the Gulf Coast of Florida, working and participating in a summer discipleship program, along with dozens of college students from other universities all over the South.
Five girls living in two rooms, sharing one bathroom and one closet is bound to create a certain amount of fireworks, but my first summer in Florida produced, well… a whole lotta drama.
Anyone who tells you we Christians magically love and cherish one another is lying. Like a rug.
When it became clear that the Lord’s plan was for me to go back to Florida the following summer, I dreaded returning. Dreaded. Like my parole had been revoked.Continue Reading