Saturday, August 11, 2012

28 Days

28 Days, 25 different worship services, 24 days of service, and immeasurable amounts of Love.  That basically describes my summer.  My summer was spent at Carolina Cross Connection, a non-profit organization out of Concord that serves the under privileged, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

My summer was full of:
                                                    Lots of smiles, and goofy faces



                                                                  Lots of joy!


                                                                   Lots of hugs


                                                      TONS of singing too loud!



                                                                   Lots of family!



                                                           Beautiful new friendships!



                                                         ...and rekindling old ones!


But most importantly, my summer was full of God.  God was everywhere I turned.  God was in everything.  During my first week at camp on Friday night I was sitting in a church pew looking back on my week.  I tried so hard to find ONE defining God moment of the week.  As I sat there I realized that there wasn't just one.  God's presence and Love had been so visible that one moment couldn't contain it.  One moment could never define that whole week as a God moment, when the entire week was a God moment.  Now as I'm typing my blog I'm reflecting the same way.  I'm sitting here looking back on the wonderful summer I experienced looking for a defining moment, but there isn't one.  God was so present in my summer that not one moment could capture it.  God's Love was and is so present in my life and I thank Him so much for blessing me with the oppurtunities He did.  Looking back at the beginning of my summer I would have never dreamed of how present God was in those 28 days.

I, like many people, hate the end of a good thing.  My camp weeks are over and school starts in 2 weeks.  My worksites are left in far away counties, and things are turning normal again.  But I realized after I left camp the last time that camp didn't end, but it started over.  My worksite is now my school and community, and my project is to show the Love of Christ to all that I encounter.  Camp didn't end just cause I'm no longer physically there.  It just began.