Camp usually has all of those things in common, and my past week was no exception. I slept a minimum, sometimes had multiple cups if coffee, washed dishes for 100 people, and sang "Frozen" songs over and over. It was incredible, one of the best weeks of my life.
And for these kiddos? It might have actually been the best week of their lives. Because, comparatively, I have had the "picture perfect childhood." Their's is a broken reflection at best.
But praise God, His hands and His grace mold and mend anything... A broken reflection into a beautiful reflection of His glory and Father-heart.
Last year at camp, I learned total dependence upon Christ. I could serve, but only He could make a lasting change.
This year, I saw that lasting change through a couple specific campers' adoptions! He is so faithful to hear and answer our prayers it's incredible!
So "a week at camp" is more than camp mattresses and frozen songs and lots of coffee: it's God's hand moving and working and transforming lives. It's breathtaking and it's life changing.
Because we are all broken by sin,
Beautiful by Grace.