last days

I've found that all good things must come to an end.

I love my school. Yes, I can rant about it and I can rave about its many imperfections but deep down, I love the place. I've grown up there. I've matured there. It is my home. Deep friendships have been made there. I've grown so much and learned so much. More of it was relational and spiritual than educational. but that's just the way things are.

Yes, I have had a great year. I've gained so many new friends and gotten close to people that I never expected to. I've seen God do great things through me and others around me. I would not change it for the world! but I look back and I ask myself something that burdens my heart:

Not that I expect that I have been a terrible role model but out of curiousity, who have I helped or reached during my time at Young Americans? who have I helped? who have I been Jesus for? So, if I have affected you, positively or negatively in my time at YACS, let me know. comment please.