Alright sorry about the lack of updates from camp. I have to admit that last night I didn’t get a chance to write because I was emailing old friends about life here at Union. (Andrew and Byron if you are reading this I have to tell you that it is very, very wild being back here again. I still sometimes feel like God lives in the rafters above the chapel here.)
Camp is a whole lot of fun, but I miss M-Fuge. I am much more rested right now and that will help in the whole getting-back-on-Saturday-and-doing-VBS-on-Monday thing, but I miss the work part of what we are doing. This feels like it is all about me sometimes.
Of course tonight God was really hitting home with me that it isn’t about me. It is all about Him.
There is more to this thought, and I may come back and post again, but right now I really have to go and calm down some boys. The problem with teenagers is that they don’t understand the line. I let them play around and wrestle up until bed time and then they don’t understand that they must then go to sleep. They aren’t yet to a point where they can realize that if they don’t do what they are supposed to then they can’t play around in free time either. I want to give them some freedom, but then when I’m not around they always take things too far. Their little brains just haven’t learned yet where the line is and how not to cross it.