Summer is here! Somehow, and I'm still not entirely sure how, I survived Spring quarter with my g.p.a. intact. Then I somehow landed in Monroe. Goody. Every summer except for this one I've planned something big, something that would not have me in this town. While I still have my Ruston place, a law runner job has me here Monday-Friday. Like I said, I didn't think this one through...so I'm just now trying to do something about it. While I've got a trip to Guatemala planned to sharpen up my Spanish, that's not until late August and lasts for only a couple of weeks. In the meantime, here I am. I've got thesis research and the LSAT to study for. I have to confess I've been favoring the former over the latter. Those, though, are simply the tasks for the summer. Outside of that I've got the major concern of growing spiritually. Summers haven't been my shiniest of times in the past, and I'm more than convinced that this one cannot be one of those. I can't describe how chilling the isolation felt when I first got to Monroe. Things have warmed up a little, but still I can't feel the real cohesion that comes with a community you're living life with. It's going to take putting myself out there tirelessly. If I don't, I know what to expect. Let's just say for all of his musical talents John Meyer probably shouldn't be the most playing thing on my ipod this summer.
That said, I do have hope. Some conversations that I've had have given me a little reassurance that God can move anywhere, even here. Some flames are lit, now with some effort and intervention my prayer is that they will flare up.
