Packing My Bags for Idina's SakeMature

I could tell that Idina wanted me to go home. I could tell she wanted me with her. But I didn't want to go home. Despite Idina's experiences, God had been revealing Himself to me in many ways during camp, and I didn't want to leave. The last thing I wanted to do was leave this place where God was speaking to me so openly.

"Okay, I'll go," I said, just for Idina's sake. If she wanted me to go home, too, then I would go home. For her sake.

I went upstairs and began to pack my bags. As I shoved my things into my suitcase, I couldn't help but wonder if I was doing the right thing. I wanted to stay at camp, but I felt guilty doing anything for myself. If Idina wanted me to go back home with her, then by lanta, I'd go home!

It was around that time that a dear friend of mine found me crying.

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