My apologies for not writing for a couple weeks. As usually, time got away from me at camp. You blink and then a week has gone by, you breathe and then two have passed.
My room is a mess, currently being packed for the drive back home. Our little home for the past nine weeks is being pulled apart and reset for its next inhabitants. Hopefully they will love it just as much as we did.
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There's only a few days left. It is being filled with packing, paperwork, and goodbyes.
I have been focusing this week on celebrating the little moments at Adventure Camp, as I am realizing more and more that this is probably going to be my last summer working here. I have one final year left of school, and then I graduate, so beyond that is unknown. It feels strange being at peace with this, where in past years I knew without a doubt that I was coming back.
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Weather report: it's been cold, and a bit rainy (last week was unspeakably cold- at one point I was wearing leggings, pants, a wool long sleeve shirt, a sweater, my toque, and gloves). This week it was supposed to thunder every day but thus far has not... Which is a nice way to end the summer, with surprisingly beautiful weather.
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I'm too tired to think of much else, but I will I do a final post about how I feel I completed my goals and a final reflection from the summer.
I appreciate your prayers so, so much.
Thursday, 21 August 2014
Sunday, 3 August 2014
Session 5/6: Thoughts
This past week has flown by. It was crazy, but not insanely crazy, just normal crazy.
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We have a lot of emergency procedures at camp, and it's always both unsettling and reassuring when we have to use them for real. Last Monday, during our emergency drill practice, a staff member passed out. She's fine now, but suddenly realizing the we were calling an ambulance for real was difficult. But also, as I said, reassuring, because everything worked like clockwork.
That 20 minute wait for the ambulance felt like forever.
And then, the next evening, basically the exact same thing happened at Boy's Camp.
There's a plethora of head-related injuries happening this summer, which is strange. We were discussing this at the Waterfront meeting and have decided to be praying against it. If you could join us in this that would be fantastic.
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I'm tired. I feel it my bones now.
Regardless of the hours I sleep or cups of tea I consume, I just have reached that weariness that comes with seven weeks at camp. I struggle to rise in the morning and my muscles just stop working occasionally. It's impossible to shake, but as this is my fifth summer at camp, it is almost a welcoming weight on my shoulders, a marking of the passage of serving.
It also brings the realization that there is only three weeks left. I have no idea how we've reached this point already.
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I think this is my last summer at camp. I've been praying for a sign that I'm meant to come back next summer, something that I think I will pray for as school begins and I begin applying for things after I finish my undergrad. If you could join me in prayer that if this meant to be my last summer, I just finish with a sense of closure and well-being.
I love it here so much, it hurts to think about not coming back.
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Next week is going to be exhausting. We have a full camp and are stretched thin on staff. It's going to be our craziest week yet I think. I'm hoping I just find the energy and joy that comes not of myself but of God.
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It's sunny and beautiful. This is a gorgeous place, and I have just recently felt called in my heart to celebrate how lucky I am to be in such a beautiful country.
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That was a lot of random thoughts, but that is how my brain is right now.
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We have a lot of emergency procedures at camp, and it's always both unsettling and reassuring when we have to use them for real. Last Monday, during our emergency drill practice, a staff member passed out. She's fine now, but suddenly realizing the we were calling an ambulance for real was difficult. But also, as I said, reassuring, because everything worked like clockwork.
That 20 minute wait for the ambulance felt like forever.
And then, the next evening, basically the exact same thing happened at Boy's Camp.
There's a plethora of head-related injuries happening this summer, which is strange. We were discussing this at the Waterfront meeting and have decided to be praying against it. If you could join us in this that would be fantastic.
- - -
I'm tired. I feel it my bones now.
Regardless of the hours I sleep or cups of tea I consume, I just have reached that weariness that comes with seven weeks at camp. I struggle to rise in the morning and my muscles just stop working occasionally. It's impossible to shake, but as this is my fifth summer at camp, it is almost a welcoming weight on my shoulders, a marking of the passage of serving.
It also brings the realization that there is only three weeks left. I have no idea how we've reached this point already.
- - -
I think this is my last summer at camp. I've been praying for a sign that I'm meant to come back next summer, something that I think I will pray for as school begins and I begin applying for things after I finish my undergrad. If you could join me in prayer that if this meant to be my last summer, I just finish with a sense of closure and well-being.
I love it here so much, it hurts to think about not coming back.
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Next week is going to be exhausting. We have a full camp and are stretched thin on staff. It's going to be our craziest week yet I think. I'm hoping I just find the energy and joy that comes not of myself but of God.
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It's sunny and beautiful. This is a gorgeous place, and I have just recently felt called in my heart to celebrate how lucky I am to be in such a beautiful country.
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That was a lot of random thoughts, but that is how my brain is right now.
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