How can I explain gratefulness towards something if I can’t explain why?
I don’t understand why God sends me where He sends me sometimes. I came to this camp in Michigan over the summer because I needed an interenship. I was overwhelmed with the atmospere there – one, because I never knew camp growing up; and two, it was huge. Leaving camp at the end of the summer I left thinkin I didn’t need to come back.
But, this past weekend was the kickoff for their Winter Teen Retreats and I was there. Hopefully, I’m there for the next ten weekends to help with video. At first it felt weird to be back. It all has a different vibe than from the summer. Kinda felt out of place for a little while figuring out how their system worked. Not realizing what it meant to be there, I got such responses as, “Are you serious? I’ll punch you in the face,” or a sweeter, “We’re so glad you’re back.” I began to feel better about being someplace I wasn’t sure about. I figured it was no big deal to help with the video stuff in order to make things easier on them. What I got from this first weekend was a total of 5 hours to commute, a sleepless Saturday night, cold hands and feet, too much pizza…so why? Because when Sunday morning comes and I get to hear high school students boldly state that they’ll never go back to their drunken lifestyle, or they’ll respect their parents more in order to show them the love of God, or they’ll stop making fun of people, or they’ve come closer to God – that makes it all worth it. My God is glorified!! And when it’s for Him it becomes so much more than a camp gig.
