I really shouldn’t be typing right now. I should be asleep. So this post probably won't make any sense, but who cares. . . I just got back from camp a few hours ago, and I’m babysitting while my folks pick up next week’s entertainment: our relatives from Holland. It just don’t stop!
Camp was truly amazing. It hosted well over 400 kids from all over Washington there in Wenatchee. We had a blast: sleeping in tents, worshipping under the stars, rock climbing, playing volleyball, taking over a water park, and inner tubing on the Columbia river—once I fell off the tube and my pants floated downstream and had to be rescued :-). And it was really really hot—like 100 degrees the whole time. My hair got bleached blonder, but I was very careful and I didn’t burn myself once!
The speakers were awesome; they spoke about being disciplined and striving to be a leader among your peers and making an example of your life choices so that you may be able to lead others to Christ, which was an encouraging affirmation of the goals I had already set. I also saw the Holy Spirit at work in many ways, and was able to watch God answer my prayers for some of the people in my tent who were really straying from the Lord and needed to be brought back to Him.

I just got a call from my parents. They’re in Seattle, but the flippin’ train my aunt, uncle and cousins are arriving on is four hours (no, really) late. So I guess there’s no use waiting for them at home, I’m going to bed. . .