His Purpose, Not My Plans

"What is the life that I live?" I've honestly probably said that thirty times in the last three weeks. Life in Clarkston is so incredibly weirdly awesomely different than anywhere else in the world. And I love it so much. Camp is great. Really and truly. Days here are busy, and they're long. But they are so good. And so fun. The Lord has been teaching me lots of patience. Which I need. Like on the very first morning of camp, handling my very first job of camp. Checking attendance. My now favorite job, where I sit at the top of the hill and mark off kids as being present and give them beautiful wristbands so we can identify them. And I had a really nice straight roster of all the kids for me to mark off. And the second kid to arrive knocked my entire cup of coffee onto the roster. And then sheepishly apologized. The coffee spilled roster And how could I be mad? I couldn't. So I smiled and did the best I could. And you know what? It was comp...

Hi friends. It's me, coming to you live from Ponce City Market in Atlanta. I didn't mean to end up here, but here I am enjoying my Sunday by typing away.  I want to fill y'all in on life here in Clarkston.. I don't even know where to begin. I've been here for almost a month now, and sometimes it feels like I've been here for years.. in other ways it feels like I arrived two hours ago.  What have I been doing? Anything and everything. Mainly handing the paperwork, registration side of camp preparations. I've put data down for almost every single child on so many different spreadsheets. We laugh about the google drive, because I can pretty much pull up anything you wanna know about camp in four seconds flat. I've been checking and double checking the roster, printing off individual grade lists, making sure we have insurance for everyone, making list of who lives where and who needs to be picked up, and just so many other things you probably...