It was a stressful week a camp. There were some crazy campers. There were some crazy staff. Someone came up to me and told me it looked like I had to weight of the world on my shoulders. Honestly, that is how I felt. I was stressed and stretched too thin. I was physically, spiritually, emotionally exhausted.
On Thursday night a counselor in training runs up to me with a camper that was bawling his eyes out. In my head I start to think that the camper is hurt and I begin to look for blood or a wound. The CIT says, “Tell Andi what you told me,” with an atypical anxiety in his voice. This ten- or eleven-year old camper, through the gasps of his cries asks me, “How do I accept Christ?”
Humbled.
So. Humbled.
I told the CIT to get the head counselor. I wanted someone with a longer relationship with the camper to lead him in this.
And then I cried. I cried into the armpit of a man I hardly knew. But we were united in a common feeling.
God is so big and we are so small.
That one kid made it all worth it. It was a reminder as to why I do what I do.
God is victorious.
