Dirty socks.

So today. Was stressful. And exhausting. And my kids did not listen all day. I had to give them a lecture about respect multiple times and strict Heather (who I do not like very much) was basically with me all day. But in the midst of the madness, God was working.
Every Wednesday the counselors share their testimonies with the campers. So, today was like any other Wednesday in that I shared the story of my Father's health issues and my Aunt's death as a child that made me see the strength and joy that faith can give me. So, the children listened intently and asked a couple questions about kidneys (which made me giggle) and that is when the Holy Spirit started to move.
It started with a couple questions and then more and more questions. And soon kids were asking me about where God came from and why would God want to save us, which lead to incredible discussion about how God loved us so much that he sent Jesus.

One of my campers put it like this: "We were once a dirty sock, but then we were put in the washer of the Holy Spirit and came out a clean sock."

I love my life.