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I've tried all weekend to sit  down and write this post for all of you, but I keep drawing a blank. How do I wrap this last week up into a handful of words? It's harder than you'd think. I suppose I'll just start at the beginning and  work my way to the end.


As it was the High School Boys week, the girls and I moved into the camper on the edge of camp grounds. All week long, we prepped camp for the summer and ran errands around for the boys. I reached a new level of tired I've never reached before; literally being able to fall asleep standing up is a talent. Each morning I woke up to Jesus, a cup of coffee, and the sleepy smiles of 40 young men. They always smelled funny, listened to their music incredibly loud, and teased me and the other girls - and it was wonderful.


Not all the boys were the happy go lucky campers that some were; there were a few who were just rough. Say their names and I would equate it with "Little Stinker".


But we watched as the week went by and the shrouds of pain, anger, and defiance fell off. We watched as a boy who casually admitted that he "knew he was on the path of destruction", turn his feet around and run to Jesus. We watched as a boy who came to camp silently, left laughing and cutting up with friends he didn't have before. We watched as the boys worshiped, all of them in a tangle of feet dancing and fists striking the air, voices raised to shouting. We watched as the laughed, grew serious, got angry, became homesick.


We watched as the vans drove away and all the boys waved to us, throwing hearts and I'll miss you's - well, one of them passed us his phone number through hand motions, haha. We watched as one van returned for a forgotten item and one of the little stinkers from day one climbed out, stood in front of us and said, "You girls do know I love you, right?"


All we could do was smile and cry. It wasn't an easy week - but all of it was beautiful. Seeing Christ move so fluidly through the lives of these students, not in one big bang of miraculous proportions but softly and calmly, is a new side of Him I've never seen.


But I want to see it again.


As my team dives into the next week of High School Girls, I invite you to pray with us for energy for the staff and openness to the Spirit. Pray for a peace to settle over my heart and the hearts of my teammates as we meet our girls today, and move in to the next week of loving them.


In All His Love,


Bekah S.