welcome home?

so, i come home because im sick. my mum has pre-planned a bbq with some family and friends. my uncle is here from calgary. i still feel sick, but they are all drinking booze and smoking. welcome home. i cannot wait to go back to camp. those things used to be tempting and near controlling, but now they are disgusting. yes, i know they taste good, but i know i can't do it. this is where God has placed me here and now, His child, to remind me of the brokenness in the world. i lost sight of that at camp(for the most part), so, as i sit here i can only pray.

the radio was playing and this lyric broke my heart,
"some call it lost, i call it freedom."
how horrible is this. you are not free when you are tied down by sin.

Lord, i lift up the broken, lost people. please use me, your child, for your glorious plan. Father, help me have compassion and patience for people i will soon be living with again. please God, forgive my heart for immediatley getting angry and upset not with them, but with their actions. Father, it is all they know. it is their lost, broken life. so Lord, help me understand how to show you, the light of the world, to them. thank you God. in your name,
amen.