It's been a while since I could write here in this place... it's been a while... ACK! Don't ever sing Staind again, Graham.
To go into detail about what has happened to me in the last few weeks would be too hard of a task to undertake. So I will make it short and sweet.
God is doing incredible things here at camp. The staff has not ceased to amaze me with their love and devotion to spreading God's Word to the campers. It will be very interesting to see how the summer pans out. I can only see great things from where I am now.
So I've spent the past several days in a small cabin in the middle of camp with windows only on one side of the buiding planning trips for the next two weeks. The "Trip Locker" as it is so named is a small shack in the middle of camp that houses our, we being the trip leaders, office, if you could call it that. It's more like a command post. We plan and prep here and it is also where all the camp's hiking gear is stowed. What can I say, it's a rough job having to hike in the gorgeous White Mountain National Forest all summer. But hey, somebody's got to do it.
And as such is camp, I am being drawn away by another activity. No rest for the weary.
Monday, June 24, 2002
Friday, June 07, 2002
I am half a world away from where I began.
Right now I am sitting here on the porch of my girlfriend's aunt's house with a sandwich next to me and the cool Maine breeze blowing quietly outside. Sixteen hundred miles separate me from the start of my long trip and what seems like years in time. Driving for that long of a distance gives you a large amount of time to think. As the unending miles passed underneath and pavement and yellow lines faded into the horizon the mind can zone out into its own little world.
The question kept being asked... 'so what are you going to do with yourself when you graduate?'
Everywhere I stopped people asked that. And ever time the answer was the same...'I have no idea.'
Am I really ready to be a counselor this summer? Do I have everything in order? Am I spiritually strong enough to be the rock many of these kids need? Will I fool everyone there as well as I have fooled those elsewhere?
Will her embrace be as sweet as I am making myself believe it will be? Will her kiss still be as deep?
The questions continued and I couldn't write them all even if I wished. I can't say that I came up with any answers but it was refreshing to have time to do that kind of thinking, not bothering my mind with work, conversation, tv, etc. Almost like liquid plumer for my head.
I actually can answer one question. It is as deep.
Right now I am sitting here on the porch of my girlfriend's aunt's house with a sandwich next to me and the cool Maine breeze blowing quietly outside. Sixteen hundred miles separate me from the start of my long trip and what seems like years in time. Driving for that long of a distance gives you a large amount of time to think. As the unending miles passed underneath and pavement and yellow lines faded into the horizon the mind can zone out into its own little world.
The question kept being asked... 'so what are you going to do with yourself when you graduate?'
Everywhere I stopped people asked that. And ever time the answer was the same...
Am I really ready to be a counselor this summer? Do I have everything in order? Am I spiritually strong enough to be the rock many of these kids need? Will I fool everyone there as well as I have fooled those elsewhere?
Will her embrace be as sweet as I am making myself believe it will be? Will her kiss still be as deep?
The questions continued and I couldn't write them all even if I wished. I can't say that I came up with any answers but it was refreshing to have time to do that kind of thinking, not bothering my mind with work, conversation, tv, etc. Almost like liquid plumer for my head.
I actually can answer one question. It is as deep.
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