Nothing But Fancy

This will be the first summer since forth grade that I will not be spending a week at camp and these are my thoughts:

To be in a place where people love you, not for who you pretend to be when you are at your best for a week, but for who you were at your most vulnerable place, leading out of exhaustion, and remembering you for your dedication, wit, passion and scatteredness. When I walk that humid, smelly, dirty, holy place I am amazed at Gods faithfulness… where he has brought me over the years of running in the patches of grass and dirt. From a teenage girl camper who is more concerned with what the guy next to me thinks over the sermon… to a counselor who begs God for each camper by name… to a team leader where I am more concerned with the sleeping counselor in the third row, between the boys that are kicking the pew in front of them… to an adult volunteer who wonders where her place was in the madness. Ups and downs, twists and turns. This year I find my place is to realize that God will move and work without me there. Because being an adult fac. is not the most important job, being a counselor is not the most important job, being a team leader or even camp director is not the most important job… God, is the only thing that makes that place run or even a little bit important.