into marvelous light i'm running
Wow. What an amazing week. I honestly don't know what I would do without Camp Glisson. I had the most amazing experience. I laughed, I cried, I danced, I sang, I jumped, I hiked, I swam, I died, I prayed, I ran, I tackled, I painted, I hugged, I loved, I pined, I had an amazing time. No words can describe how I feel after this week. No one, except those who have experienced camp, will ever be able to know what I am feeling inside right now. Home feels inadequate now. I want to always be in the bubble of love and patience and kindness and goodness that exists at camp. When the news of the bombings in London was made known to us, we dropped what we were doing and we prayed for those people. The love and the hope that flooded into that room is unlike any other. There isn't any other place where something like that could happen, not even in a church. The only thing on people's minds at camp is love, love for themselves, love for others, and love for God. I wish the rest of the world was like that. I wish that everyone could exist in the peace and the harmony of camp. It hurts my heart that our world is full of such evil. It hurts my heart that I worry so often about petty things and don't focus on the big picture. It hurts my heart that there is always so much drama and hate around us, even in close circles of friendship. I wish life were so simple, as simple as it is at camp. I wish we could all realize for at least a few minutes everyday that it's not about us. I wish I could realize this more often, throughout the whole year, not just when I am at camp.