This past summer I wanted to dedicate to God my service to WCRC's summer camp. I struggled all summer with letting Him take control of everything. I don't know if I succeeded but I do know that it was only because of Him I survived.
I was an assistant Program Director for a summer camp and I did the job part time. I ran around three and a half days a week trying to get a weeks worth of stuff done in that time frame. I saw others around me moving through the motions of their job without taking initiative to even help out a little and frankly it pissed me the hell off. There I was moving like a maniac throughout the day so I could have some time off to enjoy my summer with some really cool people and my other staffers were inside rather than out with the campers, participating in their activities, or really making any effort to what I saw.
I am indebted to this camp because it saved me (in the protestant sense of the word) 9 summers ago. I have been back ever since. This summer was my last out there (like two summers before this) and I leave without any deeper since of His presence because I allowed myself to take control and my feelings to cloud my judgment of people.
But all in all the campers enjoyed themselves and that is the only thing I could have asked for.
I guess I'm just a work in progress...
