My first week of camp has drawn to an end. The Lord has definitely been stretching me and showing me different parts of myself that I didn't know were there. He's also given me moments of great joy and laughter!
For example: Towards the beginning of the week, all of the staff were at dinner. I had finished eating and sitting beside me was one of the girl counselors, Maggie. We were just sitting there, casually chatting when this wasp lands right on the table in front of us. I, of course, used my amazing "Spider-Man" reflexes and snatched up Maggie's cup and slammed it down on top of the wasp. I then instantly proceeded to snatch her fork and started stabbing this wasp through the cup.
Let me step back for a moment and set this scene. Everyone has finished eating and is just chatting at their tables. At the end of just about every meal at Merriwood, during staff training, someone will go up to the mic and announce what's going to happen next.
It was at the point of me stabbing the wasp that the announcer steps up and starts talking. Still consumed with the wasp however, I was really not paying attention. After a few more jabs and the sound of loud crunches coming from under the cup, I lift up the cup, assuming the wasp is dead. Wrong. It comes flying at me and Maggie, to which we did what any normal girl would do, scream and jump out of our chairs!
At that point I'm not sure what happened. All I know is that everyone was staring at us, and I'm pretty sure the wasp lived... Only a happy ending for that wasp, I assure you!
Towards the end of this last week I had an amazing adventure! At the camp I work at there's a lake. Well, it had started to rain that evening and it was raining pretty hard. By the time 11pm roles around, I step outside my cabin door to look for everyone, but no one is around. So after a few minutes of investigation I find out everyone is over by our paddle boat dock. Come to find out, our lake has swollen SO much that our paddle boat dock is almost completely under water!
After joining my fellow staffers, we all tromp through the mud to an arched bridge that crosses at a narrow spot in the lake. Upon arrival we see that the bridge is also almost completely under water. Myself and a few others then threw off our shoes and start wading through the water to get to the bridge. By the time I got to the steps of the bridge, the water was up to my hip! It was definitely a lot of water! Praise the Lord though, by morning the water had receded enough that we could continue on schedule with what we had planned. I'm also so thankful for all our maintanance men who did so much of the cleaning!
To touch on the title of this blog post title, I would like to clarify that I'm not actually bloody. Bruised, yes, but bloody, no. I just thought it made the title sound more melo dramatic! But seriously, if a stranger were to walk by me right now, they would think I was suffering from domestic abuse! At my camp they have a rock wall and a high ropes challenge course... So between those two activities, and just being a cluts in general, my body is more purple and blue then normal skin color!
My dear readers, I must bid you fairwell for now. I know many more stories and adventures will be coming your way ASAP!
Soli Deo Gloria
Lexi
