Thursday, June 12, 2014
It's no secret that I'm a little bit excited about next week.
In 2 days, Teagan and I will be leaving home for a solid week. We'll be heading to church camp. A sleep away camp that focuses on worship, Bible lessons, forming friendships, and having FUN.
Summer camp was never something I got to do as a kid. I don't have a lot of memories of how I spent my summer vacations but I know there was always a trip to "Camp Grandma and Grandpa." But it was just me and my grandparents (and most of my time was really spent with my grandma). I cherish those memories. But I always wondered what summer camp would have been like... I read books and I must have heard stories from other kids over the summer or when we came back to school.
This year, Teagan was finally ready to consider summer camp. But I knew the only way she would successfully make it through the week is if I could go along. Thankfully, the camp is set up to have parents volunteer as counselors. So I signed up!
I have to admit that a part of me was a little... hesitant. I'm giving up a week of vacation time for this. Could I really burn up that time?
And during one of my times of fretting, in my brain, about losing that time... I realized that I wasn't burning it up or wasting it or losing it. I was giving that time to God. And what better way is there to spend time?
As we approach camp... it's easy to get caught up in the packing and planning and wondering and excitement. But my heart is tugging in that important direction of knowing that this is God's work. I'm going to be a camp counselor. But I'm also going to be a witness, a guide, a teacher.
I invite you, I ask you, I encourage you... would you pray for me? Pray for the kids attending? Pray for the other volunteers and the directors? Pray for the regular camp staff?
It's going to be an awesome week!