More Than Vending Machines and UNO: Lessons From Summer Camp
Last Friday as I walked to my car, hands laden with flowers and baby gifts, and heart full of gratitude for the people I’d met over the past weeks, I concluded my summer stint as a camp counselor at a local community college. Although the job was at times quite taxing on my pregnant self, I loved working with the 3 rd to 9 th graders. As they learned to fly drones, make video games, and sculpt, I learned an awful lot about patience, behavior management, and how to help kids feel needed and valued. The path leading to that simple summer job, while not a straightforward one, was nonetheless one that let me know I was exactly where I needed to be; a witness that God cares even about the seemingly insignificant aspects of our lives. I will long remember that night some months ago when in frustration bordering on desperation, I asked God what He wanted me to do during the upcoming summer. I had much earlier been offered the perfect job for the summer: teaching Russian to college stud...