Just came back from being a camp counselor at Joni and Friends Family Retreat Center in New Hampshire; this time we were with the younger children who have disabilities. I was blown away from the support these families received from us, and the bond of friendships that developed in only one week.
Overall it was another great camp: relationships that were built between the families and counselor were forged in Christian love; and, our talent night brought the house down with people crying from the sheer love and encouragement the entire camp was giving to each participant, and participants beaming from ear to ear for having done their best.
Yet, into this mix of highlights, this one statement was also heard. One that I am very ambivalent towards:
When I come to camp, I can be myself
On one hand, I am so grateful that the campers and their families think like this; but, on the other hand, what is keeping these folks from thinking/feeling this way the other 51 weeks of the year?
I will be thinking about this throughout the year, as I look forward to the next time I get to go to camp.
Blessings on your Journey