I'm back. And it doesn't feel bad at all. It was comforting to realize that I was excited when we were just a few miles from school, and even more so when we pulled up beside my dorm. It would be nice to know that I'll be able to get home before Easter, but that's just another opportunity for me to work on trusting God--that he'll either make a way for me to get home some weekend, or that time will fly and I'll have a great, fruitful time until then. He has been nothing but faithful, and I know he will continue to be.

On another note, I am going to Camp Hebron this weekend as sort of a student representative for EMU at the Lancaster Mennonite Conference youth retreat! One of the admissions counselors had space for two people to join him, and he invited the EMU freshmen from LMH (since we're connected to that group). Since that weekend was so influential in my college decision process, I jumped at the chance to go, both for my personal growth and enjoyment and, perhaps, as a way to somehow give back. I'm really excited!