For the Love of People
It's 9 AM on a Thursday morning and I am squeezed onto a bus with 34 other girls headed to Tulsa! There's no better time to be cuddled up next to the bus window and get to writing than right this very moment. This weekend shall be filled with laughter, chatter, and probably a few tears (did I mention I'm with 34 GIRLS?) but none the less this weekend should be one to remember. In between cheering on our basketball teams as they compete for the title of State Champions, I will be running in my first outdoor track meet of my senior year, so this weekend I feel as if I will be put to the ultimate test of strength, faith, and hope and ultimately pushed to my limit. Which is oddly thrilling. Being an 18 year old, trying to figure out what this beautiful life has in store for me can sometimes be overwhelming. Sometimes I feel as if I'm so booked that I am actually supposed to be two places at once (this weekend is a perfect example) and I feel as if I have finally bi...