Blogging is a scary thing.
Maybe it's because I have neurotic tendencies, especially when it comes to writing.
Maybe it's because I have too much to say and not enough time or energy to say it all.
Maybe it's because I'm a little bit rebellious at heart and want to NOT blog just to prove that Brent is not the boss of me.
But, whatever the reason, the time has come to start again.
(Brent, you still aren't the boss of me.)

Camp was incredible. (Other descriptive words for camp include: exhausting, heart-breaking, scary, hard, and overwhelming.)
I got to sit with girls as God wrote their names in the Book of Life.
I got to cry with girls about their pasts.
I got to pray with girls about their futures.
I got to teach and learn, break and heal, watch and play.

And now it's all over and I have to face the tedious tasks of everyday life. That transition is never an easy one for me. In fact, I kind of hate it. I'm trying to remember that God is the same at DBU as He is at Pine Cove. But it's hard and He doesn't feel the same. (Yes. I said "feel." Sometimes it's ok to feel.)

So there. I know it's a weak start, but I am weak and at least I started.