This weekend was blast from the past. Growing up in the Jews for Jesus community meant that I got to go to an annual family camp called Ingathering. Each year for 4 days, a bunch of Jews for Jesus people go out to the gorgeous Santa Cruz mountains and have a time of worship, fellowship, and in good ol' Jewish style, noshing (that means eating). I haven't been since high school so when my dad invited me to join him for the camp this weekend, I jumped at the opportunity. It was definitly a trip. I got to reconnect with some people I hadn't seen in over 10 years, and I got to meet new people who richly blessed me with sharing part of their life stories. I've begun to see how the Lord has changed me over the past year. Coming out of that depression, spending half a year in my own solitude, it left me much more comfortable with spending time alone. I find myself more willing to listen to people, less needing to react to comments that I don't agree with. Don't get me wrong, I am still quite argumentative in general. But as I heard people talk, battles I would run to fight in the past, I can see the Lord filling me with grace to sit through it and listen. And I am learning to hear beyond the small points I don't agree with. And I find myself really blessed by what people share with me.
Anyways, it was fun. I heard stories from grandparents. I encouraged some college students. I even got to play with some babies. It was a sweet welcome home.