Summer 2011 began my trek in a new frontier. I was working at Village Creek Bible Camp for the first time and I had never been a counselor before. No one can ever be prepared enough for what all can happen in a summer.
My first week was Junior campers. I had a cabin full of completely new girls to the camp. I also had an adult helper because I had one of the cabins of Crossroads kids. My girls definitely kept me on my toes! They were always asking me so many questions! I loved them all instantly, and Momma Fry is an AMAZING woman!
Towards the middle of the week, I just got the feeling that the girls weren't listening to me and I wasn't getting through to them about ANYTHING. I prayed over and over again that something that I said would get through. I mean, I love these girls, but they couldn't keep their stuff collected and they wouldn't hang up their suits after an afternoon in the lake. The room smelled and I felt like a mom. I told them over and over what they needed to do. Honestly, I was becoming my own mother that week!
Starting about Tuesday night, I just kept praying over and over that something would get through to these girls. Wednesday felt the same as the others. Thursday was feeling the same too. I was still praying.
Sometime Thursday afternoon I had gotten my mail and had a letter from my best friend, Whit. This made me cry because I missed her, but it made me so happy as she talked about things that were going on at her camp. There I am crying bittersweet tears and I walk into the smelly cabin. The first thing I see is the swimsuit and towel of the girl I was having the hardest time with, hanging up on the bed. They weren't hanging nicely, but they were hanging.
I broke down in sweet surrender. No, this sure was not the way I thought this prayer would get answered, but it got answered all the same. In some way, what I said got through to this little girl. It gives me hope that some of the other things I said sunk in too.
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