As you know, I wasn't the most stoked on going to camp. I'm just not quite the camp person. But praise Jesus that He knows me better than I even know myself.
I ended up having a really good time!
The first day and a half was really hard. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be home. I didn't want to jump up and down and scream. I didn't want to run in the heat and humidity. I wanted to be sitting at home with the people I love, speaking English, and eating food that doesn't make my stomach feel like someone is tying some intense Boy Scout knot around my waist.
But I went. I am so thankful I serve a gentle God. Throughout the first two days, He gently nudged me to step outside of my comfort zone, to reach out to the kids, and to enjoy my time there. And that's exactly what happened. After the younger kids left on Wednesday, things started going up hill. The older kids came later that day. And even though we were still running around when who knows how hot it was, and screaming and cheering for our team, I could relate to them better. And I actually got pretty into the games! I played soccer for the first time in years. I played water polo for the first time ever (and scored two goals!). I encouraged and cheered on our girls. I got to sit, read Scripture, and share difficult stories with two beautiful girls.
And you know what? By the time Sunday rolled around, even though I was the most exhausted I have been in I don't know how long, I wasn't ready to leave. Sure, sleeping on a yoga matt size mattress outside with the bugs for about 3-4 hours a night wasn't ideal. And yeah, I could have eaten more fruits and veggies. But I really did enjoy myself.
I laughed throughout the talent show. I cheered on our team as they won their soccer games. I ran alongside our girls through the mud. I slept next to them. We drank terere together. We worshipped together. And we prayed together.
And now, as I'm sitting in my room, getting over the flu (see what camp will do to you??), I am so thankful that God doesn't listen to me sometimes. He knew I needed to be there. And I am so glad He made me go. It was unlike any other camp experience I've ever had. It was only by the grace of God that I made it through Sunday with a smile on my face. He is so good.
Here are some picture highlights of the week. I apologize for lack of pictures. I really just need someone following me around taking pictures, or else I just won't really do it. Anyways.. here ya go!
Our team name was Bruzuca, after the name of the soccer ball for the 2014 World Cup. This proud little boy was our mascot.
This may not look like it, but it's a talent show. The kids had 30 seconds to impress the judges with whatever talent they had, from singing and rapping to breakdancing and ball juggling. These two guys, dressed in black and wearing masks, would come out, and start mocking you. And if they didn't like your talent, they would hit you with pool noodles and give you a nice shaving creme pie to the face.
I apologize for the horrible quality, but this is a glimpse into the girls' cabin. See how they are all lined up like sardines? They are even on the floor. And this is just one side. There are just as many girls on the other side. And about 10 counselors outside. Quite the experience!
Please pray for my health as I continue to get better! I'm leaving on Friday to go to Argentina for a week for another camp. The 15-hour bus ride will just be miserable if I am sick the whole time. Also, please let me know how I can be praying for you!
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