A day of miracles (Michindoh Post 17)

[This post is seventeenth of a series in which I reflect on spending a month at camp for Wyldlife (middle schoolers) and YoungLives (teen moms). You can follow by subscribing to this blog below. All posts are categorized as ‘Michindoh 2013’.]
 

Sometimes when you’re at Young Lives camp with 98 teen moms and 94 babies and and 43 leaders, the weather gets kind of bad.

Sometimes it rains after you get into the dining hall to eat breakfast – and then stops just when it’s time to go outside for field games.

Sometimes it rains (pours, really) when club has started – and then stops just in time for campers and leaders to walk back to cabins for good conversation.

Sometimes the power goes out after club music is done and the talk is about to start (in a room that isn’t very deep, with a speaker who has a very strong outside voice and thinks things like power outages at camp are adventurous and exciting) – and then comes back on just after the closing prayer is finished.

Sometimes it rains when campers and leaders are in the cabins having good conversation – and then stops just in time for them to walk across camp for a sweet dance party.

Sometimes it rains during a sweet dance party – and then stops when the sweet dance party is done, just in time to pick up babies and walk them back to cabins for bed.

Sometimes the power goes out after moms and babies are safely back in their cabins at the end of a long day – and then comes back on just in time to give final bottles and baths before snuggling under the covers.

Sometimes you need 94 extra towels (that you don’t have) for exactly 94 babies (that you do have) – and when you gather and search and compile and count everything you can find in every place you can access, you find exactly 94 extra towels.

Sometimes all of that happens in a single day.

And when I say sometimes, I mean today.

Welcome to Young Lives camp.Welcome to Jesus.Welcome to the miraculous.

An awesome place to be. An awesome God to follow. An awesome thing to see – even (or especially) when it’s dark because the power is out.

One thought on “A day of miracles (Michindoh Post 17)

  1. wellwellwelz June 26, 2013 / 12:00 am

    Wow. How great is our God. That is amazing and I smiled the entire time I read it. How silly we are to ever wonder if God does provide.

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