I feel like this summer has matured me. I finally realize a bit of what it’s like to be on the adult side of things, rather than the kid. It’s a bit weird thinking that a couple years ago when I came to this camp, the counselors were probably going through the same things I am now, like wondering what’s going on in the kids’ heads and wishing you could keep them all forever and ever and having them pop into your head so randomly and wondering what they’re going home to… etc.
This past week was great. There seemed to be a bit more drama in my cabin than past weeks, but some of the girls really opened up to me and I was able to talk to them about God and life and silly things and serious stuff, and I feel like I really got through.
One of the girls shared with me that she was getting adopted this week. She came from a pretty messed up home situation, and last night she broke down crying, saying she didn’t want to go home and she didn’t even know where home was and on and on. I sat with her on a picnic table in the middle of the cabin area and listened to her story, realizing yet again how blessed of a life I lead. This girl inspired me. She’d been through so much, but she still smiled her beautiful smile readily and freely, and she was so joyful all the time.
God is sure making it very clear to me this summer that I don’t know everything. I confess, I’m a classic teenager, I tend to think I know all there is to know. Until now. It’s like that song, What Do I Know Of Holy? except for me it’s more like, what do I know of God? He’s so crazy insane awesome, trying to understand him and his ways is like trying to smell the color nine. To us, it seems impossible and maybe even nonexistant.
But let me tell you, this journey of trying to “smell the color nine” is sure amazing.