exit 315

From my house if you hop on 57 and head south, in about 45 min. you'll come up on exit 315. Here you'll find the quaint little town of Bourbonnais. And I say its quaint because I grew up in the Chicago suburbs, but to most people there...its a pretty big deal.

I had the fabulous opporutnity to visit some friends in Bourbonnais this weekend. It never ceases to amaze me that no matter where I am, or what reasons I'm visiting, I head down that exit ramp at mile marker 315 and I feel like I'm stepping back into a moment in time. I can sigh and breathe deep...like a part of me is home again.

I opt to drive straight through campus instead of taking main streets to the other side of town, it saddens me to see unrecognizable faces. A campus that I know like the back of my hand, yet seems oddly unfamiliar. New buildings, new people...students who are defining who they really are in this life that God has given us.

As I look back on this place, I am thankful. Thankful for a place where I could really figure out who I was, and who God was. A place where I met the best of friends, persued missions for the first time, and recieved an education....with a Christian purpose.