Camp Anavah, Pt 1

"Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” John 7:38

A few weeks ago I had the privilege of helping out at Camp Anavah (Anavah means humility in Hebrew), and it was probably the highlight of my Summer so far. Bekah and Nate Rittenburg run the camp, and their heart for their local area and for people in general is really refreshing and inspiring.

When I was a kid, my favorite time of the year was the week I'd spend at Word of Life summer camp, mostly because it was the only time I really got to talk to boys without my dad having a heart attack, but I also know that the counselors there had a huge impact on me. I soaked up anything they said to me or any time they spent with me, and I'm sure that's the main reason I loved going back every year.

It was an honor to be a part of this new endeavor that the Rittenburgs are throwing themselves into and I'm excited to see what God continues to do through them.

The first week I was there I had the first grade-ish campers, and the second week I had teens. The younger kids were super fun because they were amazed and inquisitive about literally anything you did, and you were immediately their new best friend.

The teens were a little more difficult at first because they take longer to decide whether or not you are an acceptable being to spend their summer with, but by the end of the week we were all pals.

I think one of the best things about being a counselor is that it's a LOT like being a camper, except now as a giant child basically I have the benefit of not worrying about impressing anyone. So when my eyes are red from lake water, and my clothes are soaked from kids throwing water sponges at me from the pool, ain't no thang. When I'm sweating through my staff shirt, who cares? I got over it pretty quick.

That's definitely not how I felt when I was a camper. I was way more concerned about my hair and make up staying in place and my super cool arm sleeves staying clean-ish and wondering if I'm being funny. Now I love saying really un-funny jokes to teens, because they get annoyed and it's hilarious.

...sometimes I worry I'm turning into a dad. This concerns me for several reasons; my desire to be a cool mom someday, for example. Moving on.

Birthday girl.

Birthday girl.

"Can I take a picture with your camera? Please? Please? Please? Please?"

"Can I take a picture with your camera? Please? Please? Please? Please?"

More pictures to come, as if these 5,000,000,000 weren't enough.

Also, the little boy I babysat today said "your voice sounds like my mom's, but you're also kind of like a dad because you have sort of short hair." In case you were wondering what life is like for me right now.