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The Holy Spirit is big. Bigger than you, bigger than me, bigger than any situation we can find ourselves in. I am unbelievably thankful for that. I am nearly moved to tears when I think about the love that God pours out by the bucketful on us... partly I blame the full moon for the weepiness. Full moons mess with me. Maybe I'm a werewolf. That would be funny.

Here's the thing on my mind. I'm brokenhearted about the state of my campus... I know that we're not spiritually dead by any means, but I also know that we could be doing way better. As a friend stated a few days ago, Malone's bubble has been popped. There are people here who don't know Christ, who don't know the love that they deserve. My question is WHAT AM I DOING TO SHOW THEM?

I want to lead. I want to fan the flames of spiritual EAGERNESS among my fellow students. I long for my campus to long for the Lord. He won't relent until He has it all and I've resolved that I won't relent until He has it all either.