If this blog makes no sense, it is because I am suffering from Camp Counselor Syndrome (CCS). CCS is a debilitating disease in which a person can no longer remember which state he/she lives in, what his/her bed feels like, and camp food actually begins to taste like real food. We got back from CIY in Colorado this past Saturday and I am leaving for UCYC this Sunday with the middle school students, and I am pretty sure that my CCS may become non-treatable by the time I return next week.

Okay, I am being a bit melodramatic. While going to camp can be a bit crazy as a leader, I love seeing what God does in the lives of our students. While we were at CIY, I was able to witness our students really “being the church,” - confessing to and forgiving one another, praying for each other, baptizing each other. I don’t want this to sound bad, but sometimes it felt like I didn’t even need to be there because our students were ministering to one another and meeting each other’s needs. To see 68 of our high schoolers change and become more like Christ is something I will always remember; and I can’t wait to see how God will work in the 65 middle school students who are heading to Prescott this weekend. And by the grace of God I will remember the directions to my house when it is all over.