yes, it's true.

 

If any of you two readers out there have stuck around here long enough, then you know it's no secret how much I love working at summer camp. 

At the end of last summer I wasn't sure that I would go back because Minnesota is a really long way away from home, it costs quite a bit to get there by plane, and I thought that I would end up taking classes this coming summer, anyway. 

WRONG. All wrong. 

At the end of January I had a complete change of heart basically overnight. I had this crazy urge burning deep within me to go back. So much that it hurt. So I applied. The fire was dying out over the month, then was replaced with doubt, then replaced with peace. Complete and utter peace that one could only receive from the Lord. 

Over the weekend, while I was on my camping trip, my mom called me and told me I had an envelope in the mail from camp, and she opened it for me. Turns out it was my letter of call to go back for this summer as a counselor. I couldn't be happier. I can't wait to see why I'm being brought back and what God will teach me this summer. I can't wait to be reunited with my friends from last summer, and certainly can't wait to see some of my campers. I can't wait for the beautiful sunsets, the worship services, the campfires, the games, the laughs, staff training. I can't wait to be back in Minnesota and enjoying everything that wonderful state has to offer me. Who knows...I just may jump off a cliff or two again. I'm so ready!