Camp Week 3

     Wow this weeks has been one of the hardest, most stressful weeks ever. All started out sunday morning hearing of my brothers accident. The night before (4th of July) he got hit in the face with a firework that blew up in his face leaving this face burnt, swollen, and bloody. He was rushed to the hospital with his best friend who was hit in the neck and Greg was then later flown to a hospital with a burn unit, his friend soon discharged. 

   My mother flew out that morning and I spent the whole day in a fog or worry and uncertainty of what was happening. I tried to focus on my work but I was lost wondering around unsure of what to do. The next day I started my week as sub couselor and fought back panic attacks and tears. I had a rough cabin, was worried about Greg, and was trying to figure out how to be a councelor. I was overwhelmed to say the least. I spent the day running around with 9 girls who had been up since 4 am. It was rough. 

      I had been wondering why God wanted me at camp. Not going to lie I didn't really want to go but long story short I knew that is where God wanted me. However now I know why. The support and love I have received from the staff and everyone during this rough time has been amazing. I had been missing my SM family that loved me despite of everything and who supported me through everything, I was worried I would never have that again. But I have found that again in my camp family. They have come around me and loved me and supported me and done more than they had to to help me. I am so thankful for all of them. 

       I am still worried, still having a hard time focusing and taking care of myself much less 8 girls but I have a new family to lean on and I am so thankful for that and all that God has been doing to heal my brother. Thank you everyone for your thoughts, support, and prayers. They have all been greatly appreciated. I know that I have hundreds of people praying dor Greg and my family and I am so grateful.