Unfortunately, I think I'm now an adult

Ahhhh, Middle School. Not the best years of my life, but well worth the effort for some unbelievable memories and amazing friends.  This week's camp was just for those who will be in 6th, 7th, or 8th grade this fall. Nail painting Our Ohana group skit about the call of David My talk about being called (Yay YASC!) The Hootenanny! Making Javelinas Hunting Javelinas The beginning of the pudding toss The pudding victims Some people like pudding more than others End result of Pudding-ness With all the festivities this weekend inherent to wedding season, I'll be pretty busy until I head back to camp next week.  High school is up next.  Pray for me!

So for the month of June, and some of July, I will be working at the DaySpring summer camp.  This diocesan camp for the Episcopal church serves youth ages 8-18 and our theme this summer is  "Called To Serve" I won't have much/any time to post each week since my one day off is usually spent catching up on sleep and washing my clothes for the next week.  So here are some pictures from pre-camp training and the elementary week of camp.  You can find so many more at the Camp Blog . Learning how to facilitate canoeing This year's counselor team Introductions on night 1 Drumming Circle Wacky Wednesday dinner I'll try to pull more pictures that have me in them as the weeks go by.  This is such a fun and wonderful opportunity that I never expected to have again this summer.  Thanks to YASC, I'm blessed to spend one last summer with all these sweet kids. On another YASC-related note: fundraising is going well, and with the support and ple

So in the last post, I babbled a little bit about the Original Call; mentioned some wisdom about characteristics of a Spiritual call; and gave you a story about my first call. So now, after all that setup, we're ready to talk about every Episcopalian's favorite thing: discerning a call, and responding to a call!  (I can almost hear the cringe from some of the former congregants I've known, and a cheer from others) For a group often jokingly referred to as "The Frozen Chosen" the stereotype tends to follow the lines of: I'll do as I'm called, as long as my call lets me stay in my pew.  Let me tell you, there lies danger in pews, and not just because I routinely stub my foot on the rogue kneelers.  So let me elaborate a bit about these pitfall in the Jeff Foxworthy style: If, by the 5th reading at the Easter Vigil, you bottom gets a bit sore, you're not meant to stay in the pew. If you ever look around and think you might want to get to know your

As my page views count inches toward the 1000 mark, I realize that, quite possibly, many of you reading might not know me well, or might not know me well recently, so I am giving you a little look into my past with this post.  Who knew that today your computer/phone/tablet screen would become a crystal ball (sorry no futures, those are beyond my control.  But they are discussed a bit later, so stick around)! I have grown up the oldest daughter of two colossal music nerds and talented musicians.  Even when I was very little, much of our interactions involved singing, playing, listening, and learning music.  Although I never was diligent enough to pick up piano skills; the love of music, and the awe of it's nearly limitless capabilities to express emotion and portray insight, has stuck with me (as you can probably guess from the number of posts tagged "music" on this blog).  This very much included songs and tunes in the Episcopal tradition, but by no means was it confine