This summer I worked at a student camp called Fuge. It was long and hard and amazing. I played a lot of kick ball, made some sweet posters, sang silly songs and kind of acted like a crazy person. But mostly, I talked to teenagers about finding Jesus and what to do after they've found him. Lots of people have asked me why I do this. Why I leave every summer. Why I would quit my job just for 8 weeks of camp. Well, I do it because I love it. I love it with my whole heart and I honestly can't think of a better job. I learn something new every week with every group of students. Sometimes it's about patience and sometimes it's about love. I see kids that are broken and hurting... but I also get to see joy. I get to see them finally get it. That is amazing and beautiful.
That picture is of the stairs in front of our stage. Those spots are tear marks.