We live at a Bible Camp, after all.
June typically brings long hours, late nights, sore bodies (well, for Trevor, not me), and frantic preparations. We never have enough time to get everything done before campers come.
It's stressful, to be sure.
And sometimes? Sometimes my attitude isn't where it should be. I'm not in the right mindset. I forget the purpose.
Even when the campers arrive, it can be hard to get past the paperwork and credit card payments and phone calls and balances and name tags and e-mails and remember what it really is that we're doing here.
But every once in a while, you come across something like this...
This. This is why we do what we do.
This is our purpose.
