Young Life Camp

I really do believe in every one is entitled to his/her own story.

Thus, I won't be sharing any of the high school girls' stories from Young Life Camp in NY last week.

But, I will share my story on this blog from YL camp.

Susan (another leader/teacher/Relayer/
attender of CUMC) and I 

I rode a bus, blobbed, got blobbed, prayed, motivated, took showers with moths, spotted black squirrels, ate dessert 2x a day, drank a lot of water (maybe holy?), ziplined, canoed to a bald eagle, encouraged, was a nurse, rode the death swing (and survived multiple times), rocked in rocking chairs, ate sour patch kids until 2 am, made friendship bracelets, managed to always get the HSers up in the AM, mountain biked, led HSers through a ropes course 70 ft in the air, listened, wore SPF,  laughed, sang, wore makeup one night, traveled back to the 50s, water tubed, got dunked, attended a hoe down in the pouring down rain, and did the Thriller dance in a flashmob.

It was a long week.

At the end of the week, how did I grow?

Spiritually, I'm not sure I've ever prayed so much in a week. Imagine living with HSers for a week and finding a peeled off fake fingernail in your luggage.  I just needed God to remind me why I was there. Plus, I definitely was reminded of Matthew 28:20 'I am always with you.' Something, everyone learned at Camp.

After 50s night and a surprise 
zipline in the dark.

Physically, I was thankful to God that he had prepared me by the life I lead. Up early. Late (most of the time) to bed. And, a decently high pain tolerance as I seemed to take a boo-boo for every activity. For example, letting HS boy weighing over 100 lbs more than me blob me. This ended in me flying prob 20 ft in the air and then landing on my left face first.

Emotionally, I was thankful to God for preparing me in the sense that I coach HSers and teach the little ones...so thankfully patience abounded.

Socially, I was in deprivation of adult conversation. I confess.

All in all, all that mattered was that the girls in my cabin were sad to leave and claimed to have the best week of their life.

To be honest, I said this was my story, it was a great week!

Moral of the Story: Galatians 5:13 For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. ~ESV