I’m the only one who didn’t pee her pants that summer. And this is still a running joke.
Every summer in college, I worked at Sky Ranch. The second summer was my absolute favorite. Usually, a cabin is made up of counselors who are first half and second half with a few that stay the entire summer. That second summer, though, all four of us were there the whole summer.
We spent most of the time laughing until we cried, or peed.
Most other cabins would have their kids ordered and numbered, so when they moved from activity to activity the kids would number off. Not our girls. We had them “number off” to Psalm 29:9
“The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth and strips the forests bare, and in his temple all cry, ‘Glory!'”
I bring this up because I drove past Pine Cove today. That’s another Christian camp not too far from Sky Ranch. As I drove past its front gate, I began to think about all the kids who would pass through just a few hours later as camps start on Sunday and end on Saturday.
And then I thought of those I know who are either working at camp right now or are preparing to return for the second half of the summer.
As I think back about my time at camp – there were bets as to how many boxes of Oreos we ate in a week – I remember so many times I had a front row seat to watch God move.
My favorite story happened in one of the first few weeks of that second summer. There was a girl who would listen during Bible study but had no interest in pursuing those “topics” any further. She didn’t believe in God and didn’t want to.
For those of you who know me, I’m super stubborn. So when she shared this with me, it was like Barney from How I Met Your Mother: Challenge accepted.
I don’t remember which night it was, but the two of us were sitting out on the porch of our cabin. It was a cloudy night, but I was talking to her about God’s creation. How what we see proves who He is. While we are talking, I’m praying for God to rock her world so there’s no doubt left.
For some reason we looked up at the sky, and then both of us saw a shooting star despite the clouds. I’ll never forget the look on her face after that happened. She accepted Christ that week. It’s a story I’ll always remember. God shows up in big ways.
So for those of you working at camp this summer, I pray that you get to see God do big things this summer. That He works in your lives in magnificent ways that you’ll never forget. That He’ll bless you with friends you’ll keep up with forever.
Because that group of girls I served with the summer of 2011, we met up last April for B’s wedding. Thankfully, none of them peed their pants 🙂