this morning at 4:30 a.m. i left Brackenhurst with what was left of the camp staff to the airport to send them off to America. it was bittersweet. i cried. i was tired. i'd had 3 hours of sleep before that. now i'm back at Lukenya (ironic, i know) and it's quiet. i'm staying in one of the camp rooms and it's just me and Kim. it's weird. we don't really have anywhere to go just yet. we're going on vacation tomorrow (long awaited) and after that we'll figure out where to live.
i want to say thank you so much for reading about our summer a, for keeping up with me on facebook, for praying and giving, and for loving me and thinking of us here at camp. this summer was amazing. God is so good. He meets all our needs. we were able to be a part of sharing life with more than 400 kids at camp. we were truly "all things to all people," as we camped out with the Maasai, stayed in homes and went to Church with the people of Western, we played games with street kids in the slums, and we partook in beautiful community, fellowship, worship, and love with each other. i am changed and blessed because of my summer experience.
here are some things i know:
-everything is better when you wear tights and face paint.
-dancing to Shakira is appropriate anytime, anywhere. dancing in general, for that matter.
-college students from America are LOUD (at all hours of the day and night).
-God's power is perfect in our weakness.
-you might think you're tired... then you stay up all night, spend 6 hours in the ER in nairobi, check 150 emails, do cabin assignments, answer a billion questions, eat a pizza, and then you have some idea of what tired really is. and then you wake up and meet 150 parents and campers with a smile. i absolutely LOVE my job. i'm serious. just when you think you can't take anymore, God stretches you out a little and adds some.
-each moment with friends ought to be savored and each opportunity to live and speak the Gospel ought to be taken.
-Kenya is beautiful. stunning. extraordinary. and it just keeps getting better.
-obnoxious 7th grade boys who fight with each other at youth group and make their youth leaders cry can sometimes grow up to be strong young men who follow Jesus. it is truly amazing. and those young men can be some of the best camp counselors i've ever met. and some of the best friends one can have.
-you really don't have to wash your hair more than once or twice a month. you only have to train it to look good dirty. or put mud in it. or not care.
i'm sure there's more... i'll keep it coming.
