A main point I want to make is that prayer works. I have seen and felt the effect that it has numerous times in the past few weeks. It is an incredible gift that I have been given, this way to directly communicate with God, and I am so thankful for it. It doesn't matter if I don't know exactly what to say, or if my words come out to mixed up and confusing for anyone to understand.... God knows my heart and sees my faith. He understands the things I can't express with words, but feel with my heart. And even when I don't see results, I know that God has heard my heart and knows when the timing is right for all things.
Camp has been SO good. It is different. It is challenging and exhausting. We miss Barry, but it is still camp. Its good.
The first week was pretty bumpy. But things have continued to get better and better. Every week has new surprises. New 'problems'. New campers. The first week I was out on the beach standing there for 8 hours some days. yikes! I was totally pooped. But I now have a lifeguard chair up at camp... and it is fantastic. I love it. Its pretty and blue... and I have a giant white and yellow striped umbrella to put up on those SUPER hot days (which we haven't really had too many of, because the wind just keeps blowing!) I am able to be out on the beach a lot longer now that I have somewhere to sit.
I am so thankful for my friends Katie and Greg up at camp. I don't know what I would do without them. They are such an inspiration to me spiritually in my walk with God, relationally with the staff and campers, and in showing me a living example of a true servant heart. And lift my spirits with laughter. God totally knew what I needed this summer, and as exhausted as I am, I know this is right where I need to be.
I have been coming out on Friday nights after campers leave and we finish staff debrief. Then I get up on Saturdays to work at the Kingfisher. And then back to camp again after church on Sundays for campers coming in at 4. I have never been so busy in my life. I know that none if this is being done on my own strength... but it is God's strength within me that keeps me going, day after day. I admit, it is tough to get up in the mornings, but I do it, and haven't been late for breaky yet.
The campers are also a constant source of entertainment. I don't think people realize how much I can hear when they are out swimming. hahaha. Like the 'tough' little boys out on the dock screaming because of horse flies flying around their heads... them flailing around the dock then jumping in the lake. The girls having dance parties on the dock. Little girls jumping off the dock crying "for ponies", "for tuck time", "for my leaders", "for frogs", "for my sleeping bag". Or the boys trying to figure out what the other is saying underwater.... and one kid shouting out... "what if I say it in my baby-voice?!" and then people can understand. Or a little guy laughing hysterically because he farted in the lake.
I could go on and on. There is so much that I haven't told you.
But I won't. I need to get some sleep so I can head back out to camp tomorrow.
I have 3 weeks of camp left and then 2 weeks "off" before I start working full time at the Kingfisher. I don't know if I will have time to write again before the end of camp, but I needed to get some of this stuff written down before I forgot it. If you think of it, please pray for all of out at camp. The end is coming closer and it is better that we focus on each week as if it were the first, instead of just looking forward to the end... so pray that we would have energy and a passion for each day and each camper that comes.
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