Camp: why do I do it?

A lot of times, I am asked "why do I do it?" when I tell someone about my job at Camp Cherith... This question also comes when I tell them how much I get paid for the amount of work I do over the summer (which isn't much, but it's more compared to other camps). I love camp. Please PLEASE don't get me wrong. But every once in a while, I ask myself why I do it too. Like when I get a full time job offer, but have that feeling in the back of my mind saying "don't take it" because I'd have to miss the summer at camp. Or when I get home after a full summer at camp and all I want to do is sleep for a week....

 

Last night though, I got the clear answer. I was facilitating a camp night with my friend Alicia at a church outside of Buffalo with about 40 girls. And I realized that I loved spending time with them. Each of them. I loved the fact that they were there, at church on a school night instead of being God knows where else. I loved watching them react to when we bursted into song in the middle of telling them about the camp schedule.

 

Two summers ago, I was a Division Director (basically the counselor to the counselors) with two of my favorite people ever. 

My best friend and I shared an area that we affectionately call "the Cubby." The Cubby has basically enough space for two beds with a foot of floorspace between them (for some reason when we tell people about the Cubby, they can't understand why it was so magical).

Every night before we went to bed, we'd hold hands and say to each other "we have the best life" (right after we'd say "good-night" to our poster of Lil Wayne... but that's besides the point). Every morning when we'd wake up, at 6:30 in the morning (to Ke$ha's Dinosaur-- D-I-N-O-S-A-UR a dinosaur....) we'd say to each other "we have the worst life." That summer brought the three of us so many laughs, memories, joyous occasions, and tons of fun. But it also brought us a lot of heartache, many tears, and so very many desperate prayers and shouts to God.  We really did have the best and worst life that summer. We saw campers who had grown up coming to camp that had become hardened by the world. We saw them grapple with such important issues of faith, identity, love, and growing up. But we also were able to see and help them grow. We were able to cry with them, pray with them, love, encourage, and teach them. We could laugh, joke, and act like children with them.  We were able to meet them where they were at, let them know that it does get better, and that they're on the right path. We were able to show them the joy that is to know Jesus.

 

Sometimes, I think back on the tougher times of that summer and think "why did I do that? why did I allow myself to get that worn out and exhausted?" Or I think about my current life choices (driving to and from Buffalo in the middle of the week), and ask myself "what was I thinking when I agreed to this?" But last night I was reminded that it's so not about me. It's not about the staff at camp. It's about showing girls (and boys) that they don't have to be what society tells them they have to be. It's about reminding and teaching them that there is a God who created them, loves them, redeemed them, and can't wait to have a relationship with them. Hope in Jesus Christ, that's why I do it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always an Adventure: Food Edition

I've been so busy lately which is why my blog has been pretty quiet lately. there have been a lot of changes in my life lately, some of which I’m ready to tell you, and some of which I’m going to keep a surprise for a little bit longer (I’m not pregnant, engaged, in a relationship, or leaving the country-for an extended amount of time… don’t worry. They’re not that big). But I’m going to start off with dedicating this post to telling you about my adventures with food lately.

Over the past month or so, I’ve been completely gluten-free. I’ve been sort of basing this off of The Wheat Belly books, but not quite as intense as his books say. I still eat corn/corn chips/tortillas, even though he says they’re a no. Oh well. Can’t give up my chips and salsa. I’ve also been eating more sugar than he’d say was okay, probably… He tells people to use Stevia which is a fake sweetener, and I’m not 100% sold on that. BUT I’ve been eating no gluten, and when we (my parents are doing it too) bake we use mostly things like coconut flour instead of rice flour or starches, which usually a gluten-free person would eat. I haven’t been eating many processed foods (things like granola bars, things in packages, etc). And when I do, they’re gluten free.

Why you may ask have I given up my gluten-full lifestyle? For a long time I’ve wanted to try going gluten free. I’ve wanted to try it out and see what the hype was. But I’ve also wanted to try eating “clean.” Cutting out processed foods, and only eating those things that I know haven’t been very contaminated by all the crazy things that I’m sure happen in our food industry. So, my parents did it for about two weeks before I was convinced. And then I just did it. I jumped in with only a day’s notice and just went cold turkey. It was insane. And that first week was awful. I felt terrible. I felt like I did when I had to give up caffeine for a class for 40 days(yeah. That was absolutely awful). And I couldn’t believe that I had let these foods have such a grip on my life. I felt like an addict, and that’s pretty much what I was.  But anyways, one of the major reasons I decided on going gluten free was because of my stomach issues. For the past three and a half years, I’ve had awful stomach problems. Cramping, heartburn, acid reflux, erm… bathroom issues, etc. During college, I attributed it to stress, coffee intake, and too many Taco Bell runs (which all could have contributed). But when I graduated and was no longer under as much stress, had cut down on my coffee/caffeine intake, and had no money to go to Taco Bell (yes, I am poorer now than I was in college), I realized that I had a problem. I needed to do something! So I took the plunge.AND I FEEL GREAT. I haven’t had heartburn since starting, which I’m not surprised about. I’ve had no cramping, and I just overall feel great. I have more energy, and I don’t feel like I’m always wanting food.

Some of you, who know how much I love to bake may be surprised. But I still love to bake. And now I get to make up my own recipes- which is totally fun, and terrifying at the same time (it’s like I’m a real baker or something).

Like for example, I made these awesome Shrek cupcakes for Jessa’s musical friends, and they were totally gluten-free. And adorable. :) So don’t worry. I’m still baking. And I still bake things that aren’t gluten free too, even though it means that I’m not licking the spoon (yes, I do have the will power to not lick the spoon… usually).