I thought I got really tan at camp until I showered and realized it was just lots of dirt strategically placed all over my body to give me a false sense of color. Camp was amazing. It was nothing I expected and everything I needed.
My team is called "L Squad" and I love this group of people dearly. I cried, laughed, slept, ate, worshipped and praised alongside these folks for 7 days straight. Sadness mixed with excitment tinged my emotions as we rolled out of camp in the White Wagon today. Our time together was over, but then I remembered!! I get to spend the next 11 months loving, living, and speaking life over these new brothers and sisters! AH! Did I mention we sweated until we had no more sweat left to lose? Man, camp was insanely awesome. Ohh…and I like to eat. Alot. It was ridiculous how much I missed food. Seriously. It's not like they starved us, but rice, dried fish and cornmeal with water just wasn't curbing my appetite.
I went to great lengths to fill my growling stomach…….
I scoured every bag looking for change. Finally. Money for food. American food- you know, processed, high fat, loaded sodium, absolute goodness. I gingerly inserted each coin and nervously twitched as I selected B7. The machine started rumbling as it came into agreement to release my Cheezits. Then. It. Stopped. My squad mates and I stared through the plastic/glass wall in sheer horror. I thought about passing out but instead threw myself against the ornery machine. During the battle, my friend Cheyenne and the floor became one as she twisted her arms in unnatural ways to fight the obstinate shield that imprisoned our chips. Seconds passed as our hearts beated irregularly and sweat dripped down our grime covered faces. Victory was ours. We were merely fighting an inconvenience. The price had already been paid, those chips were ours to grab. When her arm reemerged with the Cheezits, screams, shouts and near tears of joy covered our faces as we celebrated the win. Who knew something so small could evoke such euphoria?
As was camp.
It was filled with victory after victory, kingdom, healing and adventure. I don't know how to fully express what went down in Toccoa Falls, Georgia last week.
So Many things happened. So Many emotions were felt. So Much was processed.
Old wounds healed, new hurts were grieved over and oh yeah, World Racers were born.
It was a busy week.
Life was spoken. Life was recived. I danced with Jesus and it was beautiful.
