Thursday, April 5, 2012

Why We Need More Skydivers.

I really, really, REALLY hate segregation.

I hate partiality. I hate in-groups/out-groups, the "you can't sit with us" concept that seems to appear so often in social settings.

I hate it the most, though, when these attitudes occur among Christians.

There have been so many times in my college career in which I have gone to events hosted by Christian groups, attempted to join other members in conversation, and have been completely blocked out from the "in-group" of "accepting Christians". It's true, I am quite different from the average 21-year old, Christian college student. Though I am a female, I am not an elementary education major, I will not get married right out of college (or anytime soon, or maybe ever), I am seriously considering doing overseas missions or service before actually starting my career, and I am friends with a broad group of people from different races and religions, atheists, and even (gasp) members of the LGBT community. My life has not exactly conformed to the dreams of those in the in-group. Maybe this is the reason that I often leave Christian group gatherings feeling frustrated and awkward, unsure of how to break through the invisible barriers of iciness present.

So often, I will get on Facebook or Twitter or any other site and see people bashing Christianity. It makes me really upset, because even though this post has been in a more pessimistic feel to it so far, I am proud to say that I am a follower of Christ. I believe that every word in the Bible is true. I believe that Jesus died so that I could be redeemed. I believe in a God of grace and love. The older I get and the more I learn, the more I realize that Paul's words "to live is Christ and to die is gain" are pretty accurate reflections of my own thoughts and dreams: I must live my life for Christ, and if living for Christ means giving my life, I know that I will see my Creator in glory with my next breath. My relationship with Christ defines who I am, and so it does offend me when Christianity gets bashed. But then I look at my own struggles with the Christian "in-groups", and I can understand why Christians are viewed in a negative light, why so many people have stated offense at the name of Jesus.


The problem can be explained through a demonstration I read from Charlie Peacock. Imagine that Christianity is an airplane that can go around the world forever without needing fuel or anything. All your life, you have been on this plane, and the people riding the plane with you are quick to tell you how the world outside the airplane is evil, corrupt, and nothing you should ever desire to see. Granted, the people riding on this airplane have never seen beyond their tiny window portal. But they know exactly what they are talking about. They are experts at safety, and they have their aisle-seat friends to back up all that they contribute to the conversation.

As you grow up, though, you begin wondering more and more about the world seen from your window portal.

At first you keep your thoughts to yourself. No need to upset the balance of happiness and safety. But, look! Wayyyy down there. Is that water? Is that land? Your breath is captured with beauty, and you realize you have to jump. You pray, and realize that God is actually encouraging you to take the plunge.

You run down the aisle of the airplane, grab a parachute, fling open the door, and leap.

And you know what? The people on the airplane were right....on some things. There is pain and sin and sadness in the world. But now that you are outside of the airplane, you can see that the people on the airplane also got a lot of things wrong. There are people here in the real world, and they are there for you to interact with, get to know, love, serve. The world is full of beauty and unique things and places that could not be viewed from the airplane. The times in which fear or danger are present really aren't so bad--after all, in those moments of panic or extreme faith, you are knowing God on a deeper level than you ever could have from the plane's security.

So with this story in mind.........I propose that what Christianity needs are more skydivers. More people who are willing to step outside of their comfort zones to go out, see the world, and love people outside of their select safety net of friends. More people who will join with other members of humanity without being afraid of getting dirty or corrupted. Christianity needs more love, more grace, more action than it needs words. After all, we claim to serve Jesus, and the Jesus of the Bible is not a "holier-than-thou" white man who ministered to those people sporting His t-shirts.

No, the Jesus of the Bible is a radical who reached out to the poor, the destitute, the sinners, the downtrodden, etc. and loved them all with an everlasting love through compassion, service, and grace.

Which Jesus do you follow? The Jesus created by the strict laws of man in order to create webs of safety, or the Jesus who gave His life for ALL people of ALL nations and ALL backgrounds? Ask yourself this question the next time you are hanging out with your exclusively Christian in-group friends.

And maybe take a leap of faith to go talk to the quiet girl sitting by herself instead of leaving her behind the icy barrier.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Live It Like a Song

Tonight at Navs, I heard a story. It was a romantic story, so girls, hold on tight, and guys, take notes.

Rich and Christy met when they were 13. Rich thought Christy was beautiful, Christy thought Rich was annoying, but thankfully Rich grew up, and the two became best friends. In their senior year of high school, their friendship turned romantic. They started dating, and soon discussed getting married. The only problem was that, at the end of their senior year, they were both going to college...in two different areas of the country. Both of them agreed that they couldn't pursue a relationship without the approval of their parents, and Christy's Dad explained to them why he believed they were too young to be speaking about marriage. The couple decided to break up but "remain friends". For the first year of college, they kept talking to each other and "secretly dating" as they would hand-write letters to each other almost daily. After awhile, they realized that, although their feelings hadn't changed, they were not honoring the wishes of Christy's father. So Rich asked Christy for every letter he had ever written her and they completely broke off contact. Rich took all of the love letters they had shared, placed them in a box, and buried them in Christy's parents' front yard, all the while feeling as though he was burying any hope of ever being with the girl he loved. For two full years, Rich and Christy were out of contact--no talking, letters, visits, anything. But during their junior year of college, Christy went back home, and was talking with her parents, telling them that, even though all the time had passed, she still had feelings for her old best friend. Her parents prayed about it, and realized that the timing was right, and that the couple could and should be together. Christy's dad called Rich and told him that, if he so desired, he had their blessing to pursue Christy's heart once again. They started dating again, and for Christmas during their senior year of college, Rich celebrated the holidays with Christy and her family. For her Christmas present, he gave her a small maple tree to plant. She wasn't too excited about the gift, but when everyone convinced her to go plant the tree, she went along with it. Rich picked the place for her to plant the tree, and when she began digging up the earth, she struck the surface of the box containing all of their love letters from years before. When she opened the box, though, a brand new letter was at the top. Because when Rich buried the box, he added one letter to the mix, a letter that told her of his love and asked if she would marry him. He placed it in the box not knowing if she would ever read his proposal, but trusting that, someday, God would bring them together again. So 3 years after burying his proposal in uncertainty, Christy read his words of love, accepted his proposal, and the two married and lived happily ever after.

Being a girl, this story made me feel all mushy and happy inside. If you're a guy, you can never understand this. If you are a girl, you know where I'm coming from. We are hardwired to desire romance, to be touched by sweet things, to believe and hope and dream. When I made my bucket list, getting married was placed as my number one dream. It still is top of the list. But lately, I've been thinking...what if that isn't God's plan for my life? What if my number one dream isn't God's dream for me?

Before people start with the typical comments of "Oh, of COURSE you will get married! You love kids! You're pretty! You're fun!" etc etc etc...this train of thought doesn't just apply to the dream of marriage. I feel like a lot of times, we plan our lives from the beginning, and don't even seek God's desire for our dreams. We are content to stay with our easy path, going straight from school to career to love to retirement to death. Staying inside the box. Living the dream. But are our dreams really enough?

I've been thinking a lot lately about Amy Carmichael. I need a refresher on her story, but basically, she was born into a typical, run-of-the-mill Irish family in a time period where her goals in life probably were to marry, have babies, be a housewife, and dream about having blue eyes. Instead, she followed God' calling and became a missionary to India. She dedicated her life to serving the desolate people in a far away country, and her life left a lasting legacy on thousands of lives. Her life clearly broke the mold and changed the world. And it all started when she traded her typical dreams to follow God's dreams for her heart.

This may be a ramble, am I making sense? I've been realizing how adamently I do not want to fit the mold. I don't want to live the suburban typical average life of safety. I want to trade my dreams for God's dreams. If those dreams intersect, fine: if my dreams intersect His desires, He can use my dreams for His glory as well. But I don't want to fit my life into the pursuit of my dreams, and miss out on the dangerous, yet rewarding dreams that God wants to write into my life story. When I die, I want to stand before the throne and hear Him tell me "Well done, good and faithful servant." I want Him to tell me that I lived it like a song.

So will that song include marriage? Service in a place of safety? Being a mom and music therapist? Doing something completely outside of the box? All of the above? I'm not sure. But I will trust, and I will obey, and I will continue praying that He will fill my heart with His desires until there's nothing left of me. Because at the end of the day, His love song will be sung over me through eternity, and I know that nothing else will really matter.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

One Year of Gratitude: August

August 1:
Love and faith of my parents
Phone call with Savannah
Daydreams about the "bend in the road"
Chris Rice's songs

August 2:
Dinner with the whole family

August 3:
Studying Philippians
The blessing of heart-sisters
Conviction to attempt peace

August 4:
Thoughts over Ecclesiastes
Peace at my attempt of peace
Time with both parents

August 5:
Morning with Mom
Blessings of SummerSing
A long night drive under a blanket of stars

August 6:
The joy and blessing of heart-sisters
Laughing till you feel sick
Beauty of nature
2 hours of quiet time

August 7:
Signing with Donna
Talking with Megan
Hearing Doug and Laverne sing together
Kent's testimony about Tammy's mom
Having the words to share my heart with my spiritual family
The feeling of coming home, and the beauty of storm clouds on the drive

August 8:
Seeing things fall into place with Tyler
Spending the day remembering old times with a dear friend
Walking under a huge pastel sky that feels like a hug from God
Lightning across the northern sky

August 9:
Worship day with some beautiful sisters-in-Christ
Holly's steadfast faithfulness
Kelsey's heart and willingness to serve
Whitney's giving spirit and heart for God

August 10:
Taking the first step in becoming a mentor, and seeing how beautifully God equips His children to follow His convictions
Receiving the pure love of a child
Thoughts on how humans are wired

August 11:
A night with my sisters
Day of RAIN
Feeling the earth turn like autumn and not feeling feverish for once
Chance to have lunch with Meemaw

August 12:
Spending the evening with Mom
Tearless goodbye with Alyssa and Shannon, knowing our friendship is far from over
Witnessing an AMAZING lightning storm and falling asleep to thunder
Peace at having to return to Kansas

August 13:
Blessing of family
Crazy thoughts on the drive
Being at peace with Lawrence but still remembering home
Nicole, and our friendship/roommateness and her caring heart

August 14:
Sharing a day of worship with Nicole :)
Fresh perspectives in a modern worship setting
The feeling of hope and excitement for the "bend in the road"

August 15:
Excitement for the coming year and all it will bring
Beautiful thoughts in Isaiah concerning God's great love

August 16:
The joy of friend reunions
Beautiful autumn-esque days

August 17:
Getting to work with the freshmen
Sweet sleep :)

August 18:
Extreme mellove
Random roomie times covered in love
Purple sky to close the day...hallelujahs

August 19:
Song: "Take Another Step"
Joy at accomplishing goals with friends
Desire to try to learn this semester with all my heart

August 20:
Grocery talk with Dad
Baking brownies +God-talk with Kristin

August 21:
God talks and sunset watching with Kelsie
Vision for the upcoming semester

August 22:
Running as the day ends
Reflections on God's gift of music in nature
God's gift of His word to recall in times of need

August 23:
Lesson with Dr. Paul
"As much as possible, live peaceably with others"
Having Rachel's guidance on practicum

August 24:
"Do not be conformed by this world, but be transformed"
Vision of service with SAI this year

August 25:
Further vision for God's purposes in my life this semester
Worshipping at Navs
Small group of Bandies reunited!

August 26:
Feeling progress on horn
Worship on the drive
The love felt when reuniting with camp family

August 27:
Getting to work with Holly
Talks with Jenn and Holly
The heart and passion surrounding camp events
The beauty of harmony

August 28:
Peace and love and needed warmth of a short homecoming
The love given to me by my church family far away
Seeing how God worked in the Bandies this summer

August 29:
God-talks with Bethany
Realizing how God created humans to need each other
Continuing productivity
Gorgeous sunset to close the day

August 30:
Talking with Kristi in between classes
Thoughts on the soul in Abnormal Psych
The beginnings of a love for horn, lessons with Dr. Paul, and the joy of making music
Productivity and the chance to rest
Blessing of college friends to join me on the journey

August 31:
Silly times with my SAI sisters
Singing hymns while making pancakes with Lauren Hammond :)
Finishing another prayer journal, and seeing how far God brought me in eight months

Monday, August 1, 2011

One Year of Gratitude--July

July 1:
Meemaw and Donna are okay!
Making cookies with Dad
Sharing family memories
Singing bluegrass with Dad
Finishing a worship song on mandolin
Purple sky to close the day, whil praising God
Short rain to cool the earth
July 2:
Love of my extended family
Connecting with cousins
Road trip talks and shared love of music with Dad
July 3:
The pride of our veterans at church
Knowing God is protecting my heart
Mrs. Jordan's hugs
July 4:
Silly times with my best friend
Job 19:25-27
July 5:
Days when chords and words jus come to you
Lake runs with Kristin, and our easygoing conversations
July 6:
Blessing of music
Getting lost in God's word
The influence of "spiritual mothers"
Silly times with heart-sisters
July 7:
Singing for Wanda Stockton
July 8:
An afternoon of quiet-time and in-depth study
Worship service in the car
Spending an evening selling art with my parents
Falling asleep with a joyful heart
July 9:
Time to chat with Conklin and Hilger
July 10:
Conviction through the sermon and Bible KeyPoints
Feeding the geese, and God's creativity in nature
July 11:
Heartfely mailfrom loved ones
Beautiful evening run
Fun mini-session at Westbrook
July 12:
RAIN!
Feeling the earth cool
Lunch with Mom
More superhero movie time with Dad
Worshipful lyrics from Third Day
July 13:
The love of my earthly father and having so much in common with him
July 14:
Random music roadtrips wih Dad
Finding beautiful, simplistic music
July 15:
Freedom in Christ's love
Heart-sisters, and the gift of laughter
The feel of napping
July 16:
Emily and Dea's smiles
Getting to invest in their ^ lives
God-chats on Facebook
July 17:
Afternoon of music and worship
The eager anticipation to go to church
Beautiful old hymns
July 18:
God-talks with Kent
Arriving safely at camp
Mike Mobly's sermon on aloneness
July 19:
Thoughts on freedom in the book of Galatians
Gift of music
Chatting with old camp friends
July 20:
Dinner wih 2 precious children, and hearing their chatter
Finding out my practicum site
God-talks after Afterglow
Spending an afternoon meditating on Ephesians
July 21:
Guitar-time
Accepting that I will love again
More God-talk with Kent and Will
People you only see once a year and can still call "friend"
July 22:
Joy of new books
Blessings of a summer at Westbrook
Morning out with Mom
July 23:
Seeing adopted family
Unxpected friendships
July 24:
Being surrounded by love
Seeing imperfect people more perfectly
Realizing the depth of love/friendships from camp
Inspiration from Whitney's spirit to be more joyful
Tree dedications to celebrate life
Surrounded by so many of my favorite people
Stormy weather and cooling breeze
July 25:
Holly's graceful spirit and love for God
Seeing Happy/Jamie in a different light than before
Worshipful trip to town
Kelley's friendship and stories
Counting it all joy
Owning Erika's trust
Michelle's friendship and mothering
July 26:
Holly's faith and beauty that shines
Accepting that being separate is okay
The silly girls of Cabin C
"Sound of Your Voice" by Third Day
Thomas Knowlton's happiness
Talking with the Hellams brothers
Hebrews: 12:1-2
July 27:
Getting to share in Happy and Jamie's engagement
Seeing so much hope in the campers
The genuine goodness and love of so many volunteers
Bonding time in Rainbow
Holly telling me to "get down with my bad self" ;)
The beautiul voices shared at the talent show :)
The joyous feeling of laughter
Contentment
Kelley's heart and beautiful friendship
Earning the love of Jennifer Baker and Erika Ochoa
July 28:
Holly and Jennifer got on horses!
Chatting with Thomas
Michelle, her friendship, and her willingness to just listen when I needed an ear
Kelley's beautiful heart
Speaking in accents with Tyler Clark
Happy and Jamie and the work they put into this camp
Facing my fears by dancing with Jeremy...and using music therapy techniques the whole time ;)
Acceptance of human flaws, and love in spite of flaws
Seeing a big black sky full of stars and letting God fill my lungs again
Imagination, and suddenly seeing people--truly, as fascinating immortals--during the dance
Chance to be more inroverted and more thought-oriented throughout the week
The beautiful, refreshing, and freeing blessing of laughter
Getting to talk with Adrian Cruz, and actually getting him to joke with me
Forgiveness, grace, and calmness of spirit
July 29:
Whitney's tender heart and willingness to spread God's love
Spending the afternoon with Jamie
The beauty of strong bonds within the MDA/MPH family
The hope given to the campers in the promise of camp next year
Finishing a job (and knowing I gave my all)
Gorgeous sunset and flashes of lightning on the drive home
Amazing joy from being a peacemaker and keeping my mouth shut!
July 30:
Stargazing, and the accompanying meditative thoughts on the unexplainable glory of God
Saving up questions for heaven
The comfort of heart-sisters
Getting time with Conklin this morning
Joy in the face of delirious exhaustion
July 31:
The beauty of worship with your church family
Lunch wih Meemaw and Wanda Ward
Joyful, overflowing heart
Cat-naps, and awakening to refreshment

Friday, July 1, 2011

Finding My Heart, or "How I Fell Back in Love with my Church"

Last semester, there was only one thing I knew for certain: I had to get to Oklahoma, and I had to get there as soon as I possibly could. I'm not one to experience homesickness, but the desire I felt in my heart for Purcell, OK, was so strong that even in February I was ready to throw in the towel and run as fast as I could to home and family. Purcell literally became something of dreams; personifying the deep longing in my heart that could never be cured by the scenery of Kansas. There was only one thing about Purcell that I was not anticipating: returning to Sunray Baptist Church, where I had attended since I was 4, and worshipping there 3 times a week for the entire summer. Oh sure, there was a time when I had proudly sponsored the phrase "I LOVE MY CHURCH!" and had looked forward to church time like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. But even then, I only looked forward to church to see all my adopted family members, not so that I could worship my Savior. In fact, most of the time the sermons seemed to go over my head. When I left for college two years ago, I was very open about how ready I was to go to a church that was "more modern, bigger, and less closed-minded".

Immediately after moving to Lawrence, I found a church that fit my new dreams. Everything was fine for the first year and a half of my college career. But this past semester, as I began to feel pangs of homesickness, I began to feel uncomfortable, deep inside, every time I went to church. I know, it sounds stupid. But I would sit in the audience and think of how simple and limited some of the worship songs were in comparison to the beautiful poetry of hymns. I would listen to the sermon and think about the days where I would be sitting in the pink pews of home. I would look at my fellow churchgoers, realize that I knew next to none of them and that they really didn't care to know me, and think about a little tiny church where I was literally surrounded with love and attacked with hugs, even when I wasn't feeling too kindly to the typical insanities associated with my fellow church members. I began feeling as though my worship was superficial, and I was just another person trying to be a typical "American Christian", one who thinks Jesus sounds nice, but doesn't really want to serve Him wholeheartedly ALL the time. (Please, if you are reading this and you are from my church in Lawrence, do not take offense. These are just my observations, and God has some crazy ways of revealing Himself to us when we are being stubborn)

I got through the semester, and as soon as I was able, I packed up all that I needed for 3 months away and sped as fast as I could to my beloved hometown. I have already touched a little on the miracle of home in another blog, and since this is about church, not Purcell, I will skip over the details. The next part of our story begins 3 days after I arrived in Oklahoma, on my first Sunday back at Sunray. I found myself wary of everyone, not really knowing where I fit into this group of people. In addition to this 'outsider-fear', I was dealing with some personal battles and felt a sense of dread thinking about having to be in this church all summer long. I missed the next Sunday due to a concert, but then our story begins again on June 12, the day before VBS. I had been volunteered to help with VBS, being the assistant to Donna Stillwell, who was the teacher for all the groups. Now, Donna has been in my life for about 13 years now, and in all that time, I never really knew what to think. I mean, she's an awesome woman, but I just really didn't know how to take her or how to act around her, for lack of a better explanation. Needless to say, I was wary of VBS and how it would all go. I was wary of being at church. Most of all, I was tired of feeling cold and uncaring, and I just wanted God to swoop down and save the day by melting my stubborn, unfeeling heart.

June 12, night service. Dennis's sermon might have been the best sermon I have heard in my entire life. I wrote 4 pages of notes. It was based on Ephesians 2:-8-10 and was all about being used by God for His purpose and glory. And I don't know how it started, but during the invitation when my Dad went up to begin the song, I just started feeling a pang in my heart, and my eyes began to leak and I just felt as though I could wrap the entire church in a hug. After the service, my Mom noticed my tears and asked me about it. I could barely reply, just saying that I had finally come home. I originally claimed that as the night where I fell back in love with church, but now I see it was more than that. That was the night where God took away my bitterness, apathy, fear, and doubts, and filled me with worship for Him, no matter my circumstances. He gave me freedom from the world and put a new song in my heart. The way this event connected to church? I fear that I was blaming Sunray for all the discontent I would have when having problems worshipping. That night, I felt free, and my worship began to flow naturally and freely from my deepest heart. But even though I was completely free and worshipping with a joyful heart, I was still having a hard time defining what I was feeling in concerns to Sunray.

Enter VBS. Pandamania, where God is WILD about you! I can't even explain if I tried. I truly feel as though I got more out of that week than the kids attending. Everyone was challenged to report "God-sightings", or events/people that made you stop and worship God. At the end of each day, I literally had full pages of God-sightings. Everything around me was a cause for worship, and every experience had me singing in joy. Through the whole week, one of my God-sightings remained consistent, and it was in the form of my VBS leader, Donna. I guess at this point, I should explain Donna a little bit more. When I was 13, our youth minister assigned each member of the youth group to a "prayer partner", AKA an older person in the church who would act as a mentor and would meet weekly with students to pray with them and for them. My two best friends got placed with a nice little elderly couple. I got placed with Donna. It made no sense to me back then--I mean, I was kinda one of the boys. Donna wore hats to church and liked the color pink. I remember during the first few years of our prayer meetings, I would stare off into space and hope that our meeting would hurry up so that I could get out of there. As I got nearer to college, I was less disrespectful, and I actually grew to like Donna!--but that was about it. So the events of VBS blew my mind. With my newly-revived heart, I saw Donna as I never had before. I saw how gracious she was towards all those around her, how hard-working she was even when she was in pain, how kind and non-judgmental she was even when I would mess up our props, how fun-loving she was as we shared stories and jokes, and, most importantly, how deeply and passionately she was in love with Christ and how beautiful her heart truly was. By Wednesday night, I went home and just cried, so grateful that she had loved and prayed over me for 13 years of my life, even though I had only seen how much she meant to me in the course of 3 days. I finally realized why we had been paired up so long ago. I realized that, in Donna, I had a true friend and a wonderful example of how to live a Godly life.

So when I came to VBS on Thursday, I decided to open up and try to explain the things that were on my heart concerning this new found love of Sunray. I told her how, suddenly, the sermons were so perfectly clear, the music so worshippful, the members so genuine in their love for others. It was all beautiful, but I was concerned that I was just getting emotional. She listened to my rambles before telling me her own story of coming to Sunray. Apparently she had visited several times, but found the church to be cold and unwelcoming. After trying every possible church in the area, her husband asked to visit Sunray one more time.

"On that visit...it was just like coming home. Everything had changed, but I think it was more that God had changed me. In His timing, He led me to worship here. And, to put it simply, it was like I found my heart."

And, to put it simply, I can think of no better way to describe my experience other than that "I found my heart". God has blessed me throughout my lifetime by the worshipful, God-fearing atmosphere of Sunray and by the people who worship there, but He had to change my heart so that I could appreciate the blessing and truly see things for what they are. I am grateful. Humbled. Amazed. Surrounded by more love than I could ever contain. Joyous. Giving. And more worshippful than I have been in a long time.

So I don't know where this story took you, or if it even made sense to anyone but me. Just take it as an account from a girl who has found a new way to be human, an old sense of love, a renewed heart of worship, and has found her heart, after losing her way for a long time.

MDA Camp 2011: The Crazy, Cool Catwomen"

Last year, I wrote a blog chronicling my week at Oklahoma's Muscular Dystrophy Association's annual summer camp, and all the blessing that God showered on me during that time. In reality, this week is the highlight of my year, and the blessings just keep multiplying every time I return to that beautiful little cabin at the end of the dirt road. So here's my chronicle of this year's camp! There was no painful drama like last year, no stubborn heart on my end as I hated the organization but loved my campers and had to go beyond what I ever believed I could do just to finish the week. In fact, this week went by like a dream, and went by so quickly that I didn't even have the chance to laugh or cry or feel much until I was driving home after a week away. This year, I was informed well in advance that I would be the cabin leader for C again; I was also informed that, for the first time ever, I wouldn't have my own camper, but rather, I would be supervising all 7 camper/counselor pairs in my cabin. Since this also meant that I got to love and spoil all 7 campers as if they were my own, I spent weeks before June 18th making bedsigns from paper collages and sewing capes so that my girls could fit the MDA Superhero theme of camp. Getting there went smoothly, camp went smoothly, for the most part. It was a beautiful week of watching in awe the beautiful young ladies my "camp babies" have grown to be, and falling in love with the quirky personalities of the other 4 ladies in my cabin. Even though I got minimal sleep and went constantly for a week straight, it was by far the best week of my year with more love all around than most people could even begin to imagine. I love my Cabin C ladies so much it hurts, and I look forward to many more years of memories to come as I get to observe them grow more in grace and beauty :)

And now....my list of memories from the week, as chronicled in the back of my camp scrapbook!


*While transferring Dea* "Katie, I feel like I have a squirrel in my mouth. Is that normal?"

Emily telling me I smelled bad...often.

Singing "Poor Wayfaring Stranger" to Dea

Katelyn and her love of scary stories!

"The Statuatory Rapist"...

"When I was a little girl, my grandma told me that milk comes from white birds!"

Getting dunked by Michelle to help accomplish Alex's goal

Friday gave me his Thunder bracelet in rival friendship, haha

SO much zebra!

Almost dropping Dea...twice...

Threatening to tape mouths into smiles!

Katelyn's warm fuzzies :)

"They can't even read. Why are they giving us books?!"

Friday fought valiantly against the vending machine even though he didn't remember whose drink it was. He lost the fight.

"Illegally" being in Cabin F, and interviewing any guy we could find to judge "List Potentials" ;)

The diving board...it's broken...

"I almost threw my Bible at you!"

Firework and Grenade. 50,000 times.

Paige and I sat on Laci's bed and screamed Hannah Montana, but she wouldn't wake up!

Emily, are you smiling?

Screaming "Rule #9!" At every possible moment.

Painting Transformers for Joshua :)

Literally flying out of bed. Every time.

Asking a Cabin D boy to dance...and he ran away he was dancing so hard!

AWKWARD.

Hua Dat?

Dea laying on my stomach to feel it gurgle

That one night I accidentally spat toothpaste all over the floor...

Katy's gory story...

Night of panic.

Getting to read Dea's poem with her at the talent show; highlight of camp

Having Katelyn almost discover "Happy Fish"

Return of the Taylor Swifts.

The infamous masks falling every few seconds!

"I hope you enjoy arts and crafts." "I hope your camper doesn't talk to you for 2 hours."

Laci was emo...Katelyn wanted to catch poisonous bugs...so we rode a boat together! :D

Jumping cape pic!

Best part of the day? Getting Dea showered.

"Your mom called. She said to bring back her phonebook."

Telling a scary story. About Bigfoot.

Was it worth it?

LOUDEST. ALARM. EVER. X2.

Emily threw her drink. Twice.

Writing backwards for shirt making!

Oh yeah, (insert statement), YEAH!

Serenading the girls when they arrived

Stealing Savannah's zebra!

Paige's encouragement and patience of Job

I stood on Dea's chair to jump in my bed and took out my hip. Karma.

Laci-rotations at the dance

Derek's cabin tally for bathroom use

Making up sign language for "squirrel in the mouth"

Having to tell Katelyn every day that we couldn't have cabin pets

SO many discussions about the Hangover

Swinging Dea like a baby from the Hoyer

Crying over my grown-up camp babies

SO many "broken rules"

Alexis brought her dog!

Dea and her bling!

Getting stuck with "Aqua Style" everytime on Boom-Chicka-Boom

The List included: Lee, Nathan, Garrett, Adam, Jamie, Daniel, Connor, Mike, and Collin. The order changed often.

Katelyn's ability to sound just like a dog

Sitting in the floor talking to my girls after lights out

Sleeping for all of Kung Fu Panda

"Nap Time"

Roberto was Emily's date

Payment with GUMMY BEARS!

SO much duct tape!

Getting to be the bad guy....hehe...

Savannah agreed to attend camp till she graduates if I'm her counselor :)

"Stupid Woodmen Camp, invading our grounds!"

If I Die Young

"It's frustrating. You are having meaningful conversations. I'm talking about trolls!"

Convincing Emily to stuff a jumbo marshmallow in her mouth

Paige told Laci that the thunderstorm was actually a distant drum circle, haha

Bathroom talks with Savannah

Daniel and Jamie fought for the title of "Best Accent"

Changing our song seconds before the talent show...

"You're gonna go home and tell everyone, 'A little black girl taught me how to Dougie...and she can't even walk!'"

Shelby flew off the golf cart that one night!

Musical beds during "Nap time"

Dea would hold my hand and told me she loved me everytime I helped her out :)

Absolutely SMASHING!

Yoga with Olivia, Colleen, and Paige

Animal Races! Everyone wins!

Cabin C got serenaded by people trying to earn their nametags

"I have a great idea for our skit, guys!" *I explain, then unanimously* "That's really dumb, Katie."

Worst Kool-Aid ever.

Maddie and her clams!

I'm Dea's 2nd mom!

Bilbo the Bear, and Alistair's affliction of "Cute Kid Syndrome"

One Year of Gratitude: June

June 1:
I get to be Cabin C Cabin Leader! :)

June 2:
Having Alex in Purcell!

June 3:
Day with Alex!

June 4:
Wonderful day of music and friends! :)

June 5:
TnT at church: such a blessing!

June 6:
Road trip adventures with heart sisters!

June 7:
Road tripping with my Meemaw, and getting to hear her stories :)

June 8:
Being around so many examples of pure love

June 9:
The Hobby Lobby lady who helped me buy cape materials at a discount :)

June 10:
Good, encouraging session at Westbrook. lots of productivity, and Thor with Dad

June 11:
The healing balm of time spent with Alyssa and Shannon :)

June 12:
Tears of joy at learning once more how to fall in love with Sunray and the Bible

June 13:
Working with Donna for VBS

June 14:
God-sightings in the preschoolers and in the amazing lightning storm!

June 15:
Donna Stillwell and her beautiful, Godly heart of gold, and the chance to truly see her this week; coffee with Shannon and her beautiful gift of loyal friendship; lunch with my Mom and her generous spirit; seeing the wonder on the faces of my preschool class and the chance for God to use me to love them; Donna's generosity in sewing for me; sharing music love with my Dad; running around the lake at daybreak and feeling my heart pound as I watch the day arrive; getting to pray for a dearly loved friend

June 16:
Donna's and Orval's love for the Gospel; getting to explain "forgiveness" to my preschool girls; listening to the voices of people I love and who have impacted me; talking with Megan and the conviction to mentor her; gorgeous sunset and singing praises; Lucille and Daisy, my faithful Westbrook music therapy attendees;

June 17:
Donna's love and patience as she has prayed over me for 10 years; Feeling so free, and realizing that I am beginning to truly see; love and goofiness of my heart sisters; encouragement by MeMe and her welcoming spirit

June 18:
Getting enthusiastic counselors this year; old camp friends and their love; feeling like a homecoming when I arrived at Cabin C; worship on the drive

June 19:
The feeling that comes when I see my "camp babies" arriving; hearing Em and Savannah tell everyone our stories and being willing to paint their hands to decorate my cape; Katy's creativity and tenderness; seeing my counselors openly serving my girls; watching how everything worked out in my fears of transfer problems

June 20:
Conversations with my 3 "camp babies"; getting to know Katy better and better; laughing with Dea during transfers; Paige's kind heart and patience toward Laci; Emily's smile; the chance to paint faces; beautiful simplicity of convos with people throughout camp; Laci's calm in the storm

June 21:
Dea's love for me; unexpected friendship with Tonia; swimming with Katelyn; Daniel Barker's love for his camper made him wear OU gear; my beautiful 3 girls, and their kind hearts; Alexis's sassiness and hidden tenderness; getting Laci for dinner and knowing how to calm her

June 22:
Reading Dea's poem with her for the talent show; Lots of talk with my favorite ladies; Paige's patience and kind heart; Sharing memories of Matt with Nick Carson

June 23:
Talking with Paige; Derek's teamwork; deep life discussions with Em, Dea, and Savannah; Cabin F's hospitality; the chance to be in the lives of my Cabin C girls; laughter shared while dressing Dea

June 24:
Katelyn's warm fuzzy of love for me; getting to meet all the parents and gain their trust; talking with Tyler, for a little while; kindness of my heart sisters to not blame me for sleeping during a movie

June 25:
Beautiful feeling of much-needed sleep

June 26:
The joy on Megan's face when I asked if I could be her mentor; playing piano for worship; driving with my Dad; "finding my heart"

June 27:
Thoughts toward romance and God's great skill in authoring our biographies

June 28:
Surrounded by so many beautiful, loving people who truly desire my best

June 29:
sisterhood and easy conversation with Alyssa; getting to explain the "discovery of my heart"; hearing people who are excited about the Word and willing to share; new perspective in Ruth; my Dad's gentle heart; dogwalking talks with my Mom; conviction to move, and the desire for change

June 30:
A day of summer relaxation; having a best friend with whom I can nerd out; Paul's writing to the early church