Week one of wapiti. Woo!

I just flew in from camp and boy are my arms tired...

So week one is done. Feels good to have a week of program director experience under the belt. The week was a positive one in terms of feeling and thinking for me. Darren was under some stress, our registration was a mess for this week, it looks like it will be a mess again for next week, and there were several other issues that we chatted through. He does a pretty good job of sheilding me from the stress, he seems to take a lot of stuff on and he is always doing stuff, which makes me feel a bit intimidated? I'm not sure if thats right... He gets a lot done compared to me, which is a challenge, because whenever I am doing stuff and start to feel good about what is being done, I see he has done and is doing way more, and it reminds me that I have a long way to go in the "doing" department and I stop feeling as good about myself.

So its good because I am being positively challenged by example, but its difficlut because...well its difficult! I am learning to distinguish what portion of my feeling good about myself is pride related and what part is due to the fact that I am actually doing things. Its great to feel good about doing things, but I don't want to be prideful at all about it, lol.

Devin and Alyson Reichelt came to help do meal prep (setting tables, putting out cutlery...taste testing too I bet, ha) and they were only coming for a few days. One evening, Darren, Devin and myself had a marvelous chat about a bunch of stuff, and Devin said the next day he had to go to work for a morning, but really wanted to come back. That was awesome and very encouraging, we REALLY needed that kitchen help, plus it was good for him too. We both went to the upper campfire during the 40 minute torrential downpour we had thursday night and hung out for a while. I think God was teaching moses all about bowling that night. It sounded like he was rolling the moon around somewhere in BC. It was pretty crazy!

I had to drop off the video camera for Dalens cabin one night and as I came up their steps I overheard them having a discussion about faith and miracles and such. I quietly sat down just outside the window and listened for a few minutes. Eavesdropping on that conversation was probably the single most refreshing event that occurred all week. I don't have those cabin conversations anymore, and I realized how holy those moments are. Those are holy, holy, holy moments. Hearing these jr. highers questions was unreal. I'm not sure I can quite describe it, all I know is that I will definitely miss those, and I will be praying that our staff understand the weight of their influence and the blessing it is to be God's chosen instrument to listen to those kids. Its huge.

I got the sickest pie ever and another sickest pie ever (So thats 2 of the sickest pies ever in case you got lost there) In the face and hair and in my eyes and mouth and up my nose and a bit in my right ear yesterday. So. Gross. wow. I got to helicopter my hair afterwards, which was a lot of fun though it almost broke my neck: lots of sick pie plus lots of hair (sick hair depending on who you talk to) equals a lot of weight. Sick weight at that. Weaoow! Some people who had just watched me take this disgustingness totally freaked when they got even the smallest bit on them. It was kind of sad really. ha. I owe whoever left their pert plus in the shower about half a bottle :) It took a while to get clean again. I was reminded while cleaning how Jesus was really humiliated when he was murdered. It was terribly humiliating. I understood that better after the sick pie extravaganza, and coming to that understanding was worth every sick bit of it. Thats the joy in suffering and rejection Christains can have, because through that we understand our master Jesus better, and that is of eternal value.

I am glad for this 24 hour break, it will be good to go back for another week, this summer is gonna fly! I have a lot of stuff to do yet tonight. I am washing almost all the clothes I own, so that will make 3 loads of laundry if I throw in the sleeping bag :)

My passport came in REALLY fast even though I mailed it to Ontario. What a blessing, Hopefully I can get my Visa done before we leave too so I know for sure I will be in Muldova for 2 weeks instead of maybe only a few hours if they denied me entry at the border. That would be one of the shortest missions trips ever :)

Ori, I am gonna hug you when I see you. I don't even give a care if you hate it, you'll have to suck it up.

Peace has been said too much so....

War out.

Kaleb