The Old Man and the Sea

This book had a pace and style unlike any I had ever read. I could definitely sense the journalistic tone in the writing and could see how Hemingway's past career influenced this novel. The Old Man's unwavering drive to achieve amazed me more and more as hurdle after hurdle blazed toward him. His will was so strong that nothing, no pain, no exhaustion, no discouragement could phase him. I began to believe he'd never catch the fish but die trying so I was surprised when he did. However after the first shark attacked I predicted that by the time he made it home, there would be nothing left of his prize. His reaction to reaching the dock with nothing but a skeleton shocked me. Rather than lamenting over his broken achievement, he picks himself up and presses on. I guess it makes sense. Failure never daunted him before because he always clung to hope. I believe in character he is much the same yet this experience was a point of no return and never again will he tackle a struggle quite so titanic no matter what he could prove through it.

A glimpse of my summer

A video was made of the last week of camp. You guys should definitely watch it cause it'll give you a taste of the fantastic campus and the incredible people. Seriously, if any of you want an awesome experience before you head off to college, come to Camp Orchard Hill next summer. Lord willing I'll be able to go back. So here's the video- https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AQCZruFgaco

This place in time

    Saying goodbye to camp, the other counselors, and the campers was depressing and difficult. After pouring so much of myself into this summer, it was painful to wrench myself away. I feel stuck between wanting to stay and wanting to come home.
    The truth is however that right now I belong in Romania with you guys. I'm so thankful for this summer and all the beautiful, wonderful memories but I'm just as thankful for you guys. I can't say how excited and blessed I am to spend another year with you. I feel like you are part of my family and I know God has great things prepared for us and for our senior year. If we're listening and following him faithfully I'm confident that we'll all grow throughout this year, becoming closer to each other and closer to Him. I love you all and can't wait to see you!!!

Hershey Adventures

      For our last Saturday together at camp a group of us decided to drive to Hershey, PA to visit the free-entrance chocolate world at Hershey Park and go on the ride that takes you on a tour through the factory. We drove up in two cars and a few hours, indie songs, and Taylor Swift shout-alongs later we arrived at the park. The air itself breathed Hershey cholatelyness. Perhaps the worst part of the trip was seeing the tantalizing summits of roller coasters just over the fence at Hershey Park. We had decided to take the poor camp-counselor/college-kid route and content ourselves with the free attractions rather than splurging on 200$ tickets to the amusement park. However looking around the enormous Hershey store, at racks of 10lb chocolate bars, rows of every imaginable flavor of Hershey kisses, plushy Reese's shaped pillows was delightful in of itself. It really made me think of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
       For the tour we sat four to a car which leisurely lead us through Hershey-making magic. During the ride we were taken through the process of mixing, forming, and packaging the numerous Hershey delights (kisses, peanut-butter cups, almondjoys, kitkat, etc) and throughout the tour we were serenaded by singing stuffed cows. It was childish, but nonetheless enjoyable, and to top it off we got complimentary chocolate at the end of the ride.
      After we had exhausted all the free attractions we drove to my friend, Amanda's house. There some of us cooked up Mac and Cheese, steak, broccoli, and peanut butter no-bake cookies while the other watched a movie. After eating together we headed home, thoroughly exhausted.

The Heartbreaking Truth

      Last week I was holding hands with one of my seven-year-old girls, Holly, as we walked down the hill from the pool to the gym. She slows down, looks up at me and asks me how old I am. I told her "17". Looking crestfallen she hung her head and said, "awww, dang-it". When she didn't elaborate I asked her what was wrong. "I really wanted you to marry my dad," she said, "but he's 40."
At first I had to bite back laughter because the idea was so ludicrous and Holly was so sincere, but a few minutes later it struck me how sad it actually was.
      The horrible truth is, Holly's parents are divorced and her mom is barely present in her life. She adores her dad but he himself struggles with drug-addiction. And Holly is one of countless campers who come from broken homes and families. So many parents send their kids to camp because they don't have time to take care of them. These children grow up without experiencing true love and they grow up believing lies about themselves, and thinking themselves worthless. It's really tragic and I just pray that the campers will remember the love they experienced at camp and that they will have tasted God's agape and goodness. I ask that you'll also pray that they were touched by the truth this summer and that they will be certain of their own value and significance.

My power is made perfect in your weakness

     This summer God's made His presence apparent. I've always loved 2 Corinthians 12:9 "But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me." But this summer Gods been brought my understanding of this verse to a completely new level.
We are so inadequate and so undeserving of the responsibility of representing Christ and being his instruments. Yet God delights in using us and placing us in the places we can best grow. His glory shines so brightly in contrast to our meekness.
      The minute I stepped into Camp Orchard Hill I was daunted by my own gross inexperience. The majority of the other counselors had grown up with camp and many of them were in college or just starting. I had never been responsible for so many children or for children with special needs, I had never lead group activities, or had to improvise games on rainy days, I had never gave Bible lessons. I came into this experience utterly empty handed and without God I would have drowned under the pressure and the demands.
       But God's grace is astounding and abundant. In the midst of my countless mistakes, my ignorance, and my insecurities, God was at work. He surrounded me with patient, loving friends and examples who came beside me and helped me, and he blessed me with ideas and the words to say when I needed them.
      I know I've learned so much this summer, and it's all from what I've seen God do, and how he worked wonders through all of us who are so unqualified and so lacking.

Rickets Glenn

The Saturday after the 4th of July, some friends and I decided to go hiking at a place called Rickets Glenn. We hadn't thought through holiday-weekend crowds and consequently spent a half hour searching for a parking spot. But once we found one, we grabbed a map from an information desk, and set out. The hike took us past almost ten waterfalls of various sizes. It was absolutely lovely. The weather was pristine. We were hemmed in by this dark, slated rock, and mist rose softly up from the falls. The hike took us from the top of each cascade, to the bottom. So we could revel in every angle. My favorite views were the ones from outcroppings at the top of the falls, where you could step out and look down and the tumbling, fizzing water. There were many people out on holiday hikes, but that didn't prevent us from basking in the glory of God's complex and vibrant creation.