Today at camp I experienced what feels like to me…an epic failure. A young camper came to me last night with an excruciating stomach ache. Her counselor and I spent all last night, and most of today, attempting to soothe her emotions and pain.
After hours of one on one time, a heating pad teddy bear, TUMs, and an ER visit, we narrowed it down to one diagnosis…..
HOMESICKNESS…………….
oh homesickness……the most feared word at camp. However, this young camper was not hysterical like most, but rather, cool, calm, and collected….she just simply wanted to go home to be with her mom and dad.
After 24 hours, we decided to call the family and let them decide the best option…..they are picking her up in an hour. I feel as though I failed to do my job, and that this young camper is going to miss out on some fun times.
Then I began to consider if this is how God feels when we stray from him? Obviously, we are the ones failing Him, but it must hurt Him terribly to watch us walk away when He knows how amazing the right path is. My heart is breaking watching this little girl pack up her things, and leave camp. She is leaving behind good friends, tie-dye, s'mores, singing, and so many great memories.
So, once again, I find myself seeing God in all aspects of my life, and thanking Him profusely.
Heavenly Father, forgive me for the times I have walked away and hurt You in the process. Thank you so much for always greeting me with outstretched arms when I finally do realize that you know best. Please continue to help me walk on the path you have laid out for me! Love you with everything I am.
