when i think back over my life up to this point, i can easily
identify seasons and places that have shaped and formed me. jobs i
held, homes and communities i lived in, cities i explored, people i met
who have challenged and supported me. there are some that spring to
mind quicker than others and for me, one of those places is
Camp Tadmor in lebanon, OR.
Tadmor is a place i consider to be sacred as it was fundamental in the
formation of my faith and relationship with christ. located two hours
from my growing up home, i was lucky to spend a week there each summer
as soon as i was old enough for sleep away camp. i have a strong memory
of sitting around the campfire at the end of the week when i was about
12 or 13, realizing that i wanted a relationship with christ that would
be all my own, and be something more than just religion as it had been
for me in the past. as soon as i hit college age, i knew i wanted to
spend my summers there on staff. i served on the counseling team for
two summers, working alongside about ten other staffers each summer to
guide different groups of campers as they came up one week at a time.
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| my alter ego: kazam |
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| the great folks i got to serve alongside my second summer |
during those summers, i got to do lots of things. i'm not
sure there has ever been a season where i've taken so many goofy
pictures! between the mud pit, 100 feet water slide, swimming in the
lake, rock climbing, hikes, exploring in the creek, paint ball, camp
fires, singing, team building, night games, canoeing during one on ones
with campers, eating meals family style with campers, dressing up in
ridiculous clothing either for wacky wednesday or "just because",
sleeping under the stars, brushing my teeth with 100 other girls at an
outdoor sink, forgoing showering for the summer since i decided that was
better than a cold shower, writing encouragement notes, weekend
adventures down the hill into town and doing lots of dishes and cleaning
lots of toilets, it's no wonder that those two summers are a bit of a
blur in my mind.
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| wacky wednesday- five bucks if you can spot me |
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| where else in life is it ok to wear a potato chip bag as a hat? |
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| action shot in the mud pit. quality bonding with campers! |
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| yes, i seriously did wear those overalls all summer and they were not part of my dress up repertoire. to mogli's family, before they met me, i was known as "overalls". |
and that's not even mentioning all the things that i feel i walked away with: i learned to pray, in anticipation that my prayers would come true. i learned the fundamentals of my faith, and they were cemented as i got to explain them each week to children who had the same questions i had. i got my first taste of living in community by life with dozens of other young people for 8 weeks, spending 24/7 with each other (which as you can imagine had its ups and its downs). i got to observe christian family and marriages through the full time staff that was serving at camp. i had serious crushes that were distracting from my service at times. i learned the art of encouragement. i connected with people with whom i had nothing in common except christ. i learned how to serve humbly. i also got to make friendships that still stand to this day.
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was at camp that i met my soul mate- mogli, known by some as carly. at
first, we did not get along AT ALL, but then quickly forced a
friendship based on the fact that we both have african sisters. i'm so
grateful that we took that walk on the beach... (p.s. it's a little
embarassing the amount of pictures i had to scroll through that looked
like variations of this one...) |
since then, camp has held a significant place in my heart. on the day luke proposed to me, he said we could go anywhere to celebrate, and i chose camp! the last few years, our church's men retreat has been hosted at camp and i have been able to go along to cook, which fills my heart so much to once again be in the place where me and my savior first met. i am looking forward to the map of my life, to see which other places shape and grow me.
