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.
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