Camp La Vida used to be where I felt the most alive.
Then I went to training camp, and every second that I spent there, I felt exactly how I feel at camp.
Finally I got to work one last week at camp. And it didn’t feel like it used to.
Instead it felt like coming home after being someplace really different for a while, and realizing that even though home is a great place full of people you love, it isn’t where you’re supposed to be all the time anymore.
Yes, it was good to be back. Yes, I still love what I do there. My heart still leaps when I see my girls who I’ve poured into for years, it still makes my day to hear a small child talk about Jesus like a 20 year old Bible college student, and I could still eat shepherd’s pie every day for the rest of my life.
But it’s different, because it isn’t the biggest job that God has for me anymore. This week was a small side assignment rather than the main project.
The World Race is the new big deal.
Not spending my whole summer at camp anymore is basically the end of the world as I know it. Everything was safe and familiar and comfortable there(which is probably yet another reason why God called me to a year of challenges and surprises and hard floors). It was my life for eleven years, and it’s over.
But I feel fine.
(Actually I’m way more than fine, but the song doesn’t say “and I feel perfectly wonderful.” Too bad)
7 days til I’m reunited with my squad.
10 days til I leave the country.
I’m so ready.
