If I'm going to be totally honest about how camp was, I have to be vulnerable. And being vulnerable is so hard.
So really, though, how was camp?
For those of you who may not know, for 6 weeks, I served at a summer camp outside of Nashville. How do I explain what happened in those 6 weeks? God changed me. He shaped me into the person He wants me to be.
The only way I feel I can truly give you a glimpse of what He did is by sharing some of my journal that I wrote at camp.
Camp Charlie writes, "I don't think I've relied on the Lord this much in a long time. Daily, my quiet time is never long enough. I need the Lord and am absolutely nothing without H
im. Everything within me has been tested this week. My patience, my strength, my trust. Everything. Through this week, more than anything, I've learned my need for God everyday. I can't go through my day alone."
Camp Charlie seems to be a little redundant, but you get the point. I was on my knees, daily, before the Lord, asking for strength to continue. And this was just from one week.
In addition to growing in the Lord, I grew in so many friendships. The people I met at camp were top notch. They are "my people". I felt so free to be myself and that's something that is so hard to find. The people I met and served with were such kindred spirits.
Anywho, go be a camp counselor if you ever get the chance to. I don't know that I'll ever be able to serve in this capacity again, so it's something that I'm trying not to take for granted. What an experience.
Now for some pretty faces. aka my camp family