CAMP!!!!!

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Summer camp has got to be one of my favorite times of the year.
Friends, Fellowship, Learning, Emotions, Growing, and the wilderness... What more could a church kid ask for? You get to spend a whole week away from cars, phones, and basically all of civilization and focus on the God who created you.

Usually I'm one of the girls that's up in the front with tears falling and tissues in my hand... but this year it was so different. I actually cried once and it wasn't even over things I was going through, it was because I had sympathy for someone else. It was such a cool experience getting to watch teenagers have their lives and hearts changed up at camp. I got to sit down and watch the holy spirit move in their lives and in their hearts which ended up touching me.

Camp is a really great experience... on top of all the emotional and touchy feely stuff... you get to play games and create new friendships with amazing people!!! And it's usually a time to catch up with old friends and sometimes even find a future hubby or wifey(; I can't wait until I have kids and I can send them to camp and they can come home and tell me all of the amazing stories of how their lives got changed and everything. I know how impacting camp was for me and how much it changed my life... It's such a terrific experience. Especially when you end the last day with a smores around the camp fire, telling testimonies, and sharing laughing... Couldn't get much better than this(:

Interracial dating... ugh

For 47 years interracial marriage has been legalized... so why am I still getting stared at and hearing whispers when me and my boyfriend walk into a store? It's just ridiculous. I can't even walk into Chipotle without hearing an elderly woman ask her husband, "Why would she chose to be with him?" and then stare at him when he grabs my hand.

Ya know... when me and him stared dating it didn't even occur to me that people still thought like this... I really didn't expect it. Or to have people ask me if I think I can handle hearing all of the remarks that I'm going to hear when I have children with him one day. Why? To be completely honest... mixed babies are stinkin cute. Cuter than most kids!!!!

I can say that being in an interracial relationship has taught me a lot... and one of those things is that a person can't blame being racist on how they were raised or on society. I would know. My dad hated black people and actually didn't even approve of my old youth leader because he was black, Which was hilarious because when my parents were divorced he dated 3 different black woman. AND! my step dad was extremely extremely racist!!!! He was from Indiana and apparently over there it's "common"... But anyways... my point is that all of the major male influences in my life encouraged... well... demanded that I didn't get with a man who wasn't my own race. As you can see. I rebelled against that.

I mean. I'm just curious... Why does skin color even have to matter? It doesn't make sense to me. I just want to be able to go anywhere with my boyfriend and not see anyone glare at us. I don't want girls to feel like I stole him away because I'm white... I want them to see that I stole him because he just loves me. I want to tell people that he has a job and owns his car and pays his bills and not see shock and dismay on their faces just because he's black. Come one people. Get it together. I can only shrug it off for so long before I go crazy on somebody... haha.