(I wanted to make the title, “How my Happiness was Snatched from my Grasp and Thrown out the Window of a Moving Vehicle,” but it was a bit too long.)
Recently my brother, Tim, wrote a blog post about an adventure we had together. He seemed to think that it was a happy and fun time, and it might have been for him. But while he was enjoying himself, I was experiencing the most sad moment of my life. Here’s my side of the story. Read the rest of this entry
As most of you know by now, this week I had the immeasurable pleasure of serving as a counselor to 6th grade boys. Without any training. Coming off a week as a camper. It’s a good thing I’m a person fairly confident in my abilities to handle small children. It’s also a good thing I serve an awesome God.
My cabin of 8 boys is probably best described as being the crazy cabin of the week. Apparently every program of every week has one, and I was the lucky recipient this week. Now, most of the boys weren’t actually insane– that’s not what I mean by crazy. Let me describe it this way: You know how a lot of times speakers ask questions like, “Are you excited to be here?” Well, whenever something like that happened my cabin was close to being as loud as the rest of the Jump Start boys put together. Heck, they were close to being that loud every second of the day barring rest time. Read the rest of this entry
I like being comfortable. It’s a trait common to all human beings and probably to all living creatures. Even “cutters” and other masochists behave the way they do because hurting themselves gives them some sort of strange comfort.
Believe it or not, when I went from being a Second Cook to being a camper at Lake Ann, that wasn’t a comfortable thing for me. The majority of my mind was screaming at me, “Stop being an idiot! You have lots of good friends already in the kitchen, and you have lots of fun there. Why would you ever give that up to be a camper? You probably won’t even like your counselor or team.” Read the rest of this entry