Thursday, July 28, 2011

Colorado Buds

Sometimes I wish we could all go back again. Just for a short visit.

Good Morning Muffins

I love baking. I love cooking. I love the kitchen. The aroma in the air is always so inviting... most of the time. Turn on some music and it's so relaxing and peaceful, I can do my own thing. Get in my own rhythm. I decide what to make, what to add, how much, how long, I decide. It's just home. And home to me is space. Air for me to breath in. Time to think clearly. To get away from everyone else.
I thought I woke up early enough this morning to be alone and bake my Good Morning muffins, with nothing but coffee as my only company. I was wrong. Maybe I'll wake up at 6 tomorrow and try again.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Hymns in the mail

Yesterday I got a package in the mail. It was my great grandmother's hymnal. Random, I know. Apparently she use to play in it all the time. I turned to the page with the black, fading ribbon bookmarking a page. The title on the worn page read, "O Thou, to Whose All-Searching Sight". I read the song, and I like it. So let me share.

O Thou, to Whose All-Searching Sight

1. O Thou, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light; Search, prove my heart, it yearns for Thee; O burst these bonds, and set it free!
2. If in this darksome wild I stray, Be Thou my light, by Thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
3. When rising floods my soul o'er flow, when sinks my heart in wave of woe, Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
4. Savior, where'er Thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee; O let Thy hand support me still, And lead me to Thy holy hill!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Oh Brother!

I drove my brother home from our dentist appointment this morning. Man, I forgot how much fun dancing was. My brother tried not to smile, and that just made me laugh, which eventually made him laugh... Oh brothers! You just gotta love them!

Round 4

Watermelon on a boat!

Monday, July 25, 2011


The wind rips through my hair, pulling agressively this way and that. It uncontrolablly falls across my face. I try to move it out of my way but it keeps falling back. So I sit tugging and pulling and trying to untangle and smooth it out, but I stop 'cause it's no use.
Messy hair! Throw it back and laugh!
That's what it's all about!

Friday, July 22, 2011

When my heart whispered, "Seek God!" My whole being replied, "I am seeking Him!"
-Psalm 27:8

Thursday, July 21, 2011

"When you arise in the morning,
think of what a privilege it is to be alive:
to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love."
-Marcus Aurelius

Round 2


The boys from B5 didn't know what was coming when the whistle blew for line call and the boys director called for G11 to lower the flag. Out from behind the boys cabins, dressed in black, giggling and snickering, we ran to line call. With shorts tied to a hammock stuffed under my shirt, I lowered the flag. The girls helped me fold it and raise the hammock. We got applause from the crowd watching which put huge smiles on our faces. Man it feels good to pull a prank. But my question is, what guy where's pink shorts?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

My Hero

My hero isn't the girl who got raped by her stepdad and forgave him.
It isn't the girl who got molested and forgave him.
It isn't the girl who's dad left her and her mom for another woman and forgave him.
It isn't for the girl who is abused and forgave them.

My hero is the girl who said nothing. Who put her arms around each of them, and cried. She comforts, she understand, she loves.
That's my hero.

In The Dim

It's the same every week.
Late at night we:
sit around a flame on the beach
sit in a circle on the dock
sit together in the hot tub
and tell our stories.

I just LOVE listening to stories. I love sharing the details of our experiences in life. I love understanding what makes these kids who they are today. What's shaped them. Why they are the way they are. It's so fascinating to me. Everyone has a story, although some think they don't, or it's not interesting enough, it is, they do, and I really want to hear it.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

MACs, Families, Rain and Such

I just couldn't understand, so she put it like this.
"What's something you've wanted your entire life?"
I couldn't think of anything that I'd wanted my ENTIRE life, but I thought of something I have wanted for a couple years.
"Umm... a MAC."
"Ok. Say you're going to camp, and you're in a cabin full of girls and they ALL have MACs. That's all they talk about. How great their MACs are, and how they couldn't imagine life without them, they always take them where ever they go, and they're just SO great! Now put yourself in my shoes. I have no family. All the girls always talk about how they did this with there family, or they did that, and I just feel so left out. I guess I'm just really disappointed things work the way they do."

My heart goes out to all the girls who tell me their broken stories. I hope they realize just how much hope and restoration God can offer them. Oh healing rain, pour down, and don't hold back.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


"Yes I am God. I've always been God and I always will be God. No one can take anything from Me. I make; who can unmake it?"
-Isaiah 42:13

Kingdom Now

She was adopted.
Her new parents worshiped Satan. She was too young to join in the horrifying rituals outside in the woods, so she stayed at home.
She was beaten.
The day she turned 14 she was raped by her "dad".
She was taken away to live in foster homes, forced to leave her younger brother and sister behind in hell on earth. They told her they hated her for leaving them, but the only reason she told someone about her conditions was to get them out of that house.
6 months later she ended up at Camp Mivoden, cabin G11.
Sitting on the bathroom floor, showing me the only picture she had of her brother and sister, she shared with me her loss. She shook from the hurt. I put my arms around her and told her, "Everything is going to be ok. You did the right thing. I promise you!" Please believe me! God, please help this to be true! "Sierra, all you can do is put them in God's hands now." It seemed like she understood and it sunk in deep. I pray that she can live away from these nagging regrets and live freely.
She forgave her "dad".
She gave her testimony Saturday night at campfire, she told me she knew it would help her heal. She ended it with a thank you to the staff and campers who rather than judging, for once in her life treated her like a real person.
We said goodbye on Sunday. It had been one of the best weeks of her life. She told me she is coming back next year and I am going to be her counselor.

She got a taste of it, and she opened my eyes to see it too.
The Kingdom Now.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Oaks and Diamonds

"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure." -Peter Marhsall

So last night, I was at my ropes end with these girls. One and a half days, that's all it took for me to be done with them. I couldn't stand it. They didn't want to listen. There was nothing I could do to make them respect me. Nothing. I tried being intimidating and I gave them a stern talking to, but nothing works I tell you. Nothing. So I sat there on my towel in the middle of the beach, watching "fireworks", surrounded by an overload of people, yet completely alone. I had no idea where any of my 8 draining responsibilities had run off to. I felt like a complete failure as a counselor. No matter how many times I tell them to tell me where they're going, they don't LISTEN! 4 more days with these girls, I don't know if I can make it! I'm praying for an attainable ability to look past these unpleasant, back-talking 11 and 12 year old girls' shells, and find something sweet inside their hearts, cause that's all I have to thrive off of this week. So far I can't seem to find anything "sweet" about them, and without it, I hate my job and that makes things awful difficult.

Light up the Sky: Africa 2011

I miss this.
Take me back!