Long Time Traveller

For starters, I apologize that it has taken me so long to post. Things have been chaotic to say the least and my hour off is truly designated for sleeping, not blogging. Much has happened since first session, but to keep this as organized as possible, I'll start with 2nd session.
2nd session. WOW. I was head counselor of W2 with girls that averaged about age 13. 2nd session is a 2-week, so I was completely surprised that I was chosen to counsel. So many things happened this session, and I was never ceased to be amazed by how God was working. The first week was great! My girls were so sweet and kind, basically just excited to be at camp. By Outcamping though, I truly began to struggle. As we left for outcamping, the sky was rolling with thunder. No matter what, rain or shine, the staff was determined to make this outcamping a great experience for our campers. Through quiet time, collecting wood, and even dinner, the rain managed to hold off. Literally 2 minutes after every child had eaten the skies opened up and we were soon experiencing a major downfall. Immediately the staff's reaction was to have our kids put their belongings under one of the two pavilions. As the kids were scrambling to get their belongings together, I, along with several male staff members, began to focus on the fire. Throwing on logs, sticks, and anything that was possibly burnable, we built the fire until it was unbearable to stand within three feet. By this point, the kids had began to congregate around the fire mumbling and complaining of the rain. We as a staff were determined to make this experience great, so spontaneously, we broke out in song. Silly songs, children's songs, and even random songs, the staff and campers began to dance around the fire screaming our lungs out. The storm raged on for about 30 minutes, but our craziness was incredible. When the rain finally broke, we had night devo and took the kids to bed. Laying under the pavilion, surrounded by 40 wet, scared girls, I was doing my best to focus on my girls. But the longer it rained, the worse I began to feel. Suddenly a light began to approach us, and Jared was asking us if we were ok. Ty had radioed and the other groups were going back, but as long as we were dry, we were staying put. I mumbled a response, and ran into the woods suddenly. In the downpour, I began to dry heave. I have never needed to throw up as bad as this night, but try as I did, my food refused to come up. As if the moment couldn't get any crazier, I soon learned that one of my girls was having an asthma attack, and immediately needed her inhaler, which was back at the fire pit. Already soaked to the bone, I began to run to the pit to get her her inhaler. Scrambling and still sick, the chaos around me raged. I couldn't find her inhaler, so in a panic I just grabbed the entire medicine tub. Splashing through what I thought was a river, I managed to get back to the girls tub and give my girl her inhaler. I still felt horrible, but I thought the worse was over. We received word that we would soon be heading back to camp. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 1 in the morning. Now we patiently had to wait our turn to return back to camp. To entertain our girls, the women's staff sang everything from Christmas carols to Boyfriend. Finally, we got to head back.  As we began to head back, the storm raged on. Suddenly my girl (the one who had previously had an asthma attack) had another full-blown attack. I cried out to God why his timing would have to be as we were still so far from camp, but I was determined to get her back. Half carrying her over a creek, and dragging her as I coached her breathing, we made it back. I got her to the nurse and by 2, all was well. This night was so crazy, but so memorable. The rest of the session was full of memories. I loved every moment with my girls.  My patience was tested for sure, but I persevered. I pray that God used me to impact my girls, but I'll never know. One thing I know for sure, I gave my girls everything I had 2nd session.