Last weekend was our first ever church camp – two nights away in a rustic bushland with 130 people. Being one of the 2 key organizers, it was pretty awesome to see how we could pull off something like that in under two months. Thankfully, years of serving in church retreat committees came in handy.
Some favourite memories I took away from were:
1. The smell of crispy cold air in the morning;
2. Going for a mini bush walk with 5 talkative girls and seeing kids having a wild time roughing it out; childhood memories should be made of these;3. Eating toasted marshmallows straight out of the campfire.
On a personal note, the two things God began speaking to me last week (see previous post) was reiterated through the camp speaker’s messages: the importance of a disciplined life and being still before God today, not yesterday, not tomorrow.