willow run

I'm at camp this week and I'm the nurse. woah. It's weird, I'm older and different in so many ways. I've been rather nostalgic so far, reminiscing about what my first summer was like, telling stories of crazy things that happened during my 2 summers here, missing my people, catching up with my people, remembering God's faithfulness to me in profound ways the past 6 years...this morning, Joyce said "Amy, how did you go from kitchen staff to being the nurse??" "well, I don't know Joyce, I guess I just grew up." "Oh dear, they grow up so fast"...except it's been 6 years since I worked in the kitchen. That's a long time--1/4 of my life...Being the nurse is so different. I had so much free time today that it's kinda like being on vacation instead of working at camp. I mean, I've done my fair share of work but overall, it's been pretty awesome. I've gotten to counsel a precious little girl through a sad day, talk to her about the Lord's mercies being new every morning, pray for her...these are the things that I look forward to doing as a mom one day...Camp just never ceases to be a sweet time of meeting the Lord. It amazes me how being here draws out heart issues that I didn't even know were still there. It happens every time without fail. but God has been good to remind me of his unchanging love and His unfailing faithfulness. He never changes. In 6 years, He hasn't changed. He's the same God who walked with me through my summers here, my 4 years at PC, nursing school, and my first year of work...He's done nothing but love me, pursue me, provide for me, heal me, challenge me, shepherd me, lead me, discipline me, comfort me, draw near to me, sing over me, and just love me in my mess...

"O praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead"

my heart is grateful. and overwhelmed with the reality of who Jesus is. I'm praying that the gospel would really take root and that I would really be able to live and love out of the freedom and joy that it brings. and I think I'll be praying that for the rest of my life...