Today myself and a few other staff members were given the task of making cabin flags. As I wrestled with duct tape and trying to cut fabric with kids scissors, I stopped and noted that we were doing this for the campers that would be here next week. NEXT WEEK. Campers! Little kids bringing lots of stuff. “Invisible backpacks,” as they are called. Coming from broken homes and bringing scars and fears and insecurities and hurts. and Jesus has set this place and these people aside to share the love of Himself with these kids.
For a few months, I’ve been really focused on a specific verse.
#1. Mark 9:37
“Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the One who sent me.”
#2. Tucker Boettcher
Tucker lights up my life. Yesterday we played disc golf. I was in a foul, foul mood. Two discs made their way into our smelly, leechy, nasty lake. Tucker decided to try and find the discs. I am so glad to know Tucker and hear how he loves Jesus. He makes me a better person.
I’d love to write more, but 30 extra minutes of sleep sounds phenomenal.