You cannot converse with me for very long without hearing something about summer camp. Whether it’s the eight years that I attended youth camp as a child or the three summers that I served as photographer at Pine Cove, camp seems to weasel its way into every discussion.
A favorite activity at most youth camps is the blob. If you aren’t familiar with blobbing, it essentially consists of a giant inflated pillow in a body of water and a high dive. One child sits at the end of the pillow, and the other child stands on the high dive. When the second child jumps down to the pillow, the first child is launched into the air.
I was an average-sized teenager. Thus, I wasn’t very good at blobbing other campers. However, I loved sitting at the end of the blob and letting the largest high school guys launch me into the air.
As you can imagine, this didn’t always end well. For the sake of this story, we need to backtrack to the Friday night before I went to camp in 2012. (Warning: this story is loooooooong, but I will try my best to keep it short)
I originally penned this post back in August when my spirit was high off the joy of camp life. The words fermented in my drafts folder, forgotten, until yesterday. For my current stage of life, I am back living with my parents, which, as a 22-year-old, proposes a relational confusion (am I child or an adult?). As I read the words that I wrote just months ago, the Holy Spirit comforted me. God’s will is that I will be sanctified wherever I am, and I am called to minister to whomever is near me. So for now, I am being sanctified and ministering in my hometown. And when I move to my next dwelling, I will be sanctified there. I hope this post encourages you like it encouraged me.
The last three years of college spoiled me a little. After freshman year, I never had a roommate. Although my dorm rooms always had two closets, two dressers, two desks, and two beds, I was the only person living in the room. It was nice.
I am finally back in North Carolina after spending three months at the Woods family camp in Texas. Although it was my third summer working for Pine Cove, my job looked very different this year. I spent a lot more time in an office and a lot less time with campers, but I really enjoyed the position. I did miss interacting with kids, but I was able to use my specific skill set.
I have tried 1,000 times to write a blog post this summer, but I have yet to do more than open a blank draft. Anything you have read in the past two months was scheduled content, and I can’t pinpoint the exact reason for my absence on this blog .
Yes, I work at camp 6 days a week, but I could easily find the time to type a few lines. It is not for lack of content; I have taken photos, created videos, and written articles for camp all summer. Spiritual dryness is not the reason either; God’s Word has become more and more precious to me every day for the past two months. Perhaps my only excuse is that I haven’t really wanted to blog. I have enjoyed the time away from personal social media (although I am on social media every day for my job).
So here I am, simply to …
- check in.
- let all of you know that I am still alive.
- share some images from the summer.
- promise that the absence won’t last forever.
I just need one more month at camp before I fully re-emerge to the outside world.
In August 2014, I had no idea the power of a simple Google search. All I knew was that I didn’t want to spend another summer working a desk job, so I began hunting for other options. I typed “Christian camp photographer” into the search bar, and the rest is history…
In 2014, a Google search introduced me to Pine Cove, and I accepted a job as a camp photographer a few months later.
However, there are a few things that Google did not tell me about Pine Cove, and when I walked onto Pine Cove soil for the first time, I was a little surprised.