And the saga continues with the next chapter set in Brightwood ranch, where the drama focuses in on strategic naps and strange things worn on heads!

It’s only one week in and people are minorly sleep deprived. I wonder how that’s going to work with future kids! I mean, its only half through staff training!

I’m dining hostess again this year, and depending on the person asking, there’s a different definition. I’m the one who makes sure there are chocolate bars in the staff lounge. I set tables. I wash dishes. I wash dishes. I clean the big camp café. I wash dishes. Oh! Then I wash dishes! (I’m not complaining, I do actually wash dishes in between every other thing on my checklist.) 

I’m really excited about camp, last year I made some great connections with the campers. This year I have already seen God working in prayer and unity. Unfortunately, he did not obliterate all the Mozzies of the world like I asked.  

This week has been a whirlwind, full of new people (I still don’t know everyone’s names!) waterfights, and work.  We also said goodbye to our Pastor, whom I have fond memories of, and who helped me stay excited for missions and kids ministry.  Unfortunately, for all the things that are happening, I  can honestly say I can’t think of a single anecdote for the day. Unless people really want to hear about the amount of icecubes that have recently been dropped down my shirt. It seems like a regular occurrence. Anyways, camp life calls,  and I shall return to campfire stories. 

Finite time and infinite memories ( Journal for the reader)

      God has been healing people through art and music for longer than I have ever thought. It's first recorded in Samuel, where David calms Saul. He speaks through the beauty and precision of the Tabernacle. He speaks by the thoughtful plans of nature. Through his chosen people, The writing on the wall, or the graffiti on the shop you live by. He gives secrets to the ones he loves, and the ones who listen.  Then, after we listen, we speak.
     Yesterday I went on an adventure with some fellow travellers. Our original plan to go kayaking didn't work, but we hiked to this beautiful lookout and told stories if getting sick on missions trips, being home again, and basically reacquainting ourselves with life.
       Hot dog roasts or trail rides or rodeos, they all remind me of what God has done. Who I was, who I am and who I could be. He's going to continue to work in us, and if the first plan doesn't work, there's another crazy adventure that may end up even better. I just need to take a step back and let him lead instead. Maybe our lives were not meant to be planned out to death. We were possibly intended to be free and spontaneous and loving and giving. You can't bring everything you own in a suitcase, so I scaled down and gave things away. I can live off less.  A life has its a summer of infinite possibilities and memories packed into a finite amount of time. we share a small amount of time to create a brilliant life, making us who we are and who we will be, and with those short hours you begin a lifetime, a story, and an an adventure. Go into those old abandoned buildings, float down the river, shoot off fireworks, see from another person's perspective. We only have a minimal time to do them, so cherish your friend's laughs, your family road trips, your bad summer jobs, and the crazy brilliance of this beautiful finite life.
 Maybe I'll go to Rio Muni one day?