CAMP... it's in the blood...

It has been a blessing and a curse being away from camp for the past 8 months...

I have had a lot of experiences I would never have had if I were at camp... some positive, some negative... some good for me and some knowingly not so good. I wish that I could not be so fickle and simply enjoy each moment that God gives as a moment that God gives. I wish that I could learn lifes lessons without screwing up... I know its the same old "shit" for me... but I think I am figuring some things out... 1. I need God in my life... 2. (and more important right now)... I Want God in my life... 3. Camp will always be a part of my life... and 4. I really just need to get over myself. :)

So in the past few months I have allowed myself to explore different aspects of who I am... and am finding that the real joy and love in my life comes from those times that I am in fellowship with brothers and sisters - my christian family. I love working with kids and know that camp is a great place to do that... but I am also excited at the prospect of teaching. Hopefully... those two can co-exist.

I read on a friends blog that leaving camp and feeling that it was for good gave freedom... but in that freedom there was a realization that Camp Ministry is a place where they belonged. I feel very much the same way. All I want to know is whether that is full time or simply during the summer.

I've been reading more and more through the book of Romans but always find myself returning to Romans 11 and 12 to be reminded of how great our God is and that in response to how amazing he is we ought to submit and offer our lives as living sacrifices to be used as he wishes...

I'm excited for the year ahead... Im determined to join a small group, help out at Qwanoes, maybe even join a club on campus... if I don't feel to old... work less (we'll see about that..) and make sure that the changes in my priorities for life become more and more the way I know they should. Who knows what else may be in store... I'll let God decide this time instead of trying to take matters into my own hands.