This summer can't come quick enough! I'm so ready for sleeping in, having fun, and hot days, which are great for getting my tan on! I'm ready for a job, my license, and ice cream. But most of all, I'm ready for church camp! I couldn't be more excited for anything! Church camp is what I look forward to all year long. All of my friends are their, my real friends. Friends at school really honestly don't know who I am. All they really see is my shell. They have no idea how I talk to my family. They don't even know who my family are, anyways. My real family is my church camp. My little get away from the outside world, my safe haven. I feel so much closer to not only my friends, but my God. Oh, you should hear the signing! It's beautiful. I go singing week, which is a week where most of our worship is centered around singing. Don't get me wrong, there are sermons, and mini devotionals, and lots of activities. The food isn't the greatest, but what it's lacking in substance, it exceeds in spiritual up liftment. I love my church camp more than a lot of places, and I rather be there than really anywhere else.
Once I'm there, I realize just how far from God I've drifted. Public school can be really hard, and if my mom heard some of the things I've heard people say, they get smacked upside the head. It's one of the hardest things I've ever been through, and it's lasted thirteen years of my life, which is a good chunk of how long I've actually lived. I'm ready to move on from here, and start my own life, where I don't have to deal with everyone. The moment I arrive at camp, I try to absorb the moment. I attempt to breath in all the air, and open my eyes a little bit wider than I ever have. I need my church camp, I need my fellow church campers, I need all of it.
Once I'm there, I realize just how far from God I've drifted. Public school can be really hard, and if my mom heard some of the things I've heard people say, they get smacked upside the head. It's one of the hardest things I've ever been through, and it's lasted thirteen years of my life, which is a good chunk of how long I've actually lived. I'm ready to move on from here, and start my own life, where I don't have to deal with everyone. The moment I arrive at camp, I try to absorb the moment. I attempt to breath in all the air, and open my eyes a little bit wider than I ever have. I need my church camp, I need my fellow church campers, I need all of it.