Between the ages of 12 and 17 I spent a week each summer at our church’s Girl’s Camp in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We spent a week in the wilderness each year learning all kinds of survival skills, including one year having to cook all three meals, every day, over an open fire – not a good food week!
My favorite memory of Girl’s Camp was the day the boys came to camp – or at least a couple of boys. There was a lake near our camp and one day during the week the boys showed up with a couple of boats and we got to go boating. That was the only day at camp I actually put makeup on!
You can see what a fourteen year old beauty I was – can you guess which one I am? Enter a comment at the end of the post and let’s see if you guess right!
This past week I went back to Girls Camp – this time with my two daughters to our church’s Girls Camp in Sandy, Oregon.
I now know why each year when my daughters return from Girls Camp they are tired and hoarse! There is not much sleeping that goes on and there is a lot of yelling!
My oldest daughter was a counselor at camp this year, in fact she was her younger sister’s counselor. Counselors look a lot different now a days than they did when I was at camp….
and so do the campers…..
As crazy as the girls look and as crazy as they acted, it was an amazing week. I loved the opportunity I had to escape from the world, forget about my phone, my email, and focus on the girls and the beautiful outdoors.
I had the opportunity to share with them, through the lessons we taught, the amazing potential they have and the ability they have to choose – choose their actions and their attitude.
At the end of the week each girl was presented with a white box that represented the sweet, innocent spirit they came to earth with. There was a pretty pink ribbon tied around the box.
On the outside of the box was a saying that I actually have on my kitchen wall….
Each day comes bearing its’ own gifts….untie the ribbons
I hope that each girl left camp with the knowledge that their potential is great – that each day is a gift, a gift that just needs to be opened by them and that even when they can’t choose what happens to them they can choose their reaction and attitude.
Now, off to bed to catch up on some of that sleep…..