Dominick.

Today marks the last day of our first week of day camps. I cried when my campers left. Honestly, I did. I hid my head behind my clipboard and tears fell out of my eyeballs. "I'm going to miss not having you around," is what one of my campers said to me as he hugged me and walked away. I melted. "I love my life!" I screamed as soon as all the campers had left. Because the joy of the week was just exploding out of me. I kicked my bruised toe against the wall as I just reveled in the love of my campers.

This week, two children joined God's kingdom. This little boy named Dominick was the first to, as my boss put it, get me some salvation points. But I just shrugged and pointed upwards when he said that. "I don't get the points. The big guy up there does." The story of Dominick's "salvation points" is one that caused me to have a huge across my face as I ran across the lawn of the front yard of the church. I sat with him on the hot cement at the corner of the church parking lot as he repeated after me a version of the sinner's prayer. He looked up at me as we finished praying. "I just feel so invincible!" he screamed. I melted. This melting thing is quite commonplace for me at camp.

I love my life.