Rekindle

Every week I sit down to write to all of you about how camp is going...and every week I find it more and more difficult to contain all the good things into just one story. So many wonderful things happened last week during our first experience with elementary (3rd-6th grade) boys - but I believe I know what I need to share.

I think it was Wednesday. I was managing lunch for the big eating room; the yellow team and the red team were with me. Now, about the yellow team - they were all Asians. Some from Thailand, a few from China and Burma. Basically, they are from a culture I am not accustomed to but I certainly have a growing interest in! Several of the red team were African, and a few American. It was quite a mix!

The yellow team was clamoring for a song "FIFA song!" they would say - but it wasn't from any recent years. Finally, after a few failed attempts and a lot of laughter, we managed to find the song on YouTube. Here are the lyrics of the chorus for you:

                 When I get older
                 I will be stronger
                They'll call me Freedom
                Just like a wavin' flag...

If you haven't heard the song, look it up right now, hit play, then switch the screen back to this and keep reading,

Within moments, all of us had discarded our half eaten lunches on the tables. We were all around the room, dancing and swaying and twirling (yes, little boys twirl very well) to the beat of one of the best songs I've ever heard in my life. I remember that I looked around the room and couldn't stop smiling. These are the moments that remind me where my heart is; the ones that rekindle the fire Christ sparked in my heart when I was a child.

I adore these children. Working at this camp is an experience I think everyone should consider, one that I am honored to be a part of. But my first love is, and always will be, other countries. This week was just another confirmation that I was made to be fluid, made to step outside of the box.

Saying good-bye to the boys this week was one of the hardest good-byes I have had all summer. They show so much love without any one telling them to. And when they dance, they inspire everyone to join in.

Thank you for keeping us in prayers!

Bekah S.