Wisdom from a ten year old.

"If you don't trust God you could miss out on... the rest of your life."

To God we're that camper that keeps asking his counselor: "Where are we going next?" and he just smiles and says: 
"You'll see, but it's going to be incredible.
Just you wait."

The treasure in our hearts.

Hey blog type people. Or the two people that read this blog. My cat and my mom. Also, the only two people in my phone. Jokes. My cat doesn't have a phone..

Anyway. This week was hard, as the bigger weeks usually are. I had a boy to girl ratio of 14 to 3. It was.. interesting to say the least. But it was only by the grace of God and the strength that he gave me that I made it through the week with nothing but a sore throat and a couple bruises. It's weeks like these that make the little things kids say or do the most prevalent and earth shattering stuff. One of those instances was during large group watching the adventures of Michigan Smith as we do every morning with intent eyes and yawning faces. It was the final day in Mr. Smith's search for the treasure, and we had just found out that the treasure was in our hearts. A little boy looks up from the bible he carries around with him always, turns around and stares right at me. "I knew it!" he exclaimed with the most sincere of words "I knew that the treasure would end up being the Holy Spirit!" And I proceeded to melt as I do at many camp related events. He went on to say as he skimmed through a few pages in Matthew and ran his fingers over the words: "I know how to pray! The Bible has taught me how! It's like my cheat sheet!"

Isn't it cool how even in the darkest or most stressful or exhausting of times, God still shows up and smacks you in the face with his presence? He is so good. So much more beautiful than we will ever know, but just those small glimpses make it all worth it.

I love love love my God and 


I love my life.

Elbows.

So here's a quick rundown of why this blog has been empty from my presence for the past couple weeks.

I took the week off after Hartland week (the week discussed in the previous post.)
And the following week was one that I spent half of the week not working because I was so sick. However, God was working as he always is and one of the boys committed his life to Christ! I jumped up with joy as my slightly nauseous stomach still continued to settle. God is still working in the madness. Why did I ever doubt that?

And so I guess that brings us to this week. The first week of a three week stint at the same church in Novi. This week was overwhelming, a week that we have the most campers in day camp history (the number will get bigger in the next two weeks- God is so good!). And yet, it was an incredibly fun and enjoyable week filled with God's love overflowing.

I had two campers commit their lives to Christ! One of them, a boy who had often given me trouble, surprised me as he slowly raised his hand when I asked all the shut-eyed campers which one of them would like to start relationships with our God. Then later on, as the kids were playing a game of Gaga ball, I pulled him into the corner of the gym and we prayed. I stood up after the prayer and just stared at the ceiling, enthralled with the goodness of our God. A big dopey smile covered my face as I walked back over to the rest of the children with him at my side. This boy even offered to pray after small group and as we all sat there, with our spaghetti fingers interlocked, he prayed for the health of his mother and sister who had gotten into a car accident. So quick was I to judge this boy for not listening all the time when he was really going through some difficult stuff. God was moving in my heart as well as his.

And on a very random note, all week we played a game with the counselors where we tried to lick each other's elbows without the other person noticing.

One of my friends even tried to lick a child's elbow.

I love my life.