This might be a complicated post. Camp, is the most amazing place I could ever hope to be. It's... a home away from home. I was up there as a camphand last week, which was so much fun! I mean, who doesn't love washing dishes and cleaning bathrooms for 70 people?! It was just a bit different then what I expected. I mean, I had so much free time, I didn't know what to do with myself. When not making friendship bracelets, I sat by myself looking out at the meadow. Which is beautiful by the way.
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See what I mean? The best place to think and pray. About anything. About, how I wasn't quite fittig in like I wanted to be. About why it was happenig. About what I could do to fix it. Pray, for strength for the rest of the week. To get through dishes. And to help me get in with the rest of the group. That was the thing about the week. It just didn't feel quite right. Have you ever felt that way? Where you just don't quite fit in? I don't like the feelig, and it frankly didn't make any sense to me why I was experiencing it. On any given day, I could say to you, "I'd be willing to live and breathe Luther Heighs for the summer." I went to camp, thinking exactly that. Where it went wrong, is beyond me. Don't get me wrong, by the end of the week, I was fitting in to a point. But still not to the extent that I'm used to. It might have just been the fact that I was a new camphand. I just wasn't up to par on my "fitting in skills". Wierd. But despite that, I'm determined to continue my work up there. I love it too much to let a little thing like not quite fitting in get to me. My love for Luther Heights, and the staff is only something that God himself could put into my heart...
