I love Anna. And Green Beans. I am the green bean queen. Zaga what.

Today was a very very busy day. And all day I thought it was Saturday. Turns out tomorrow is another Saturday. It's like I'll be reliving life. Interesting.

Cheese: Inception rules

Good chats with good friends

Volleyball

Doorknob: I have to run 10 miles in 4 hours..

Jesus: Wemmicks

Has this ever happened to you?

So my imagination might be a little more active than others, but you can't convince me I'm thaat crazy..

I was in the Denver airport today. Two hour delay to MN=very antsy and very cranky Kelsey. It was a little rough. Anyway, I went to the bathroom before getting on the plane, and the strangest thing happened. I walked by a closed stall, and through the little crack something completely crazy caught my eye. Now, I couldn't have been really looking in the stall, mind you, because as you will see, nothing remotely sane registered in my brain. What I was convinced I saw, however, was a woman fully bounded and gagged sitting on the toilet seat. She had a terrified look on her face, and I knew I had to help her. So while I was in the stall next door, doin my thang, I was processing her story--how she had been kidnapped and stashed in the stall while the criminal ran away and how I couldn't go to the authorities because a)he was still watching via video camera which he could do because b) the airport security WAS ON HIS SIDE! And I had to act quick, because she was the only one who knew how to diable the bomb that was going to blow up the airport in less than 5 minutes!!! It was a very stressful pee, let me tell you. Anyway, I got out of the stall, ready to blaze into action, when the woman in the stall next to me walked out, completely unscathed, and I realized how ridiculous I am. So I went and washed my hands in embarrassment. (Just then, I noticed that the no-longer-bound-and-gagged woman was struggling to get the motion activated paper towel dispenser to work. I jumped to her aid, demonstrating true skill in my retrival of the much needed towel. She thanked me, and I was glad. I was glad because I was able to help this once-kidnapped-now-freed woman in her time of need.)

Summarizing my summer:

Week 1: I spent getting to know people. Staff training was interesting because I was nervous of change yet so excited about the cool stuff happening around me. People thought I was shy but really I was soaking it all in. At the end of the week I felt like I had been there forever yet it had gone incredibly fast. Which really is the story of my summer. But i also said that I felt refreshed and alive in the Lord. This was a very cool and very new thing because I'd been struggling with...everything really. "I'm pooped, but I'm joyful, and I am blessed to be exactly where I am."

Week 2: I dealt with stuff. I opened up to people and found rest for struggles I don't normally share, and I learned to talke it to God. Week two was also the planning week and I was so pumped and so terrified to get campers. Oh, also I learned a lot of guitar and had a spatula fight. "I will give thanks to my Creator for in Him I am made whole."

Week 3: Was my first week of campers. I was overwhelmed twice. Once by the feeling of inadequacy and once by the fact that my God is so big. It really was a crazy week with awesome awesome campers, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. "The thought of being a tool for the Lord is such a humbling thing."

Week 4: Day Camp lovin. This week was awesome. I spent time with three of the coolest guys I've ever known at a church in Lakeville full of God's eager children. I laughed more than I knew possible and I appreciated brothers. And I was so excited to see everyone when I got back. "Camp Omega is becoming home."

Week 5: I worked support staff, meaning I had no campers. It was a different yet cool experience to serve God in more or less manual labor and to observe God's servants as they did their thang. I missed having campers. Also, I had my self-proclaimed best day/night I've had in a very long time? "God is the creator of laughter. And today I enjoyed God's creation very much."

Week 6: DD week changed my outlook on life. It was positively amazing. The campers taught me more than I could have possibly imagined and the real joy that existed will last me for aslong as I can remember this week. I could literally write for hours on how much I loved this week, so I will not even start. "I couldn't be happier than I am working this week."

Week 7: I was tired. I'd been working for a long time without much sleep and it was a very long week. But my campers rocked and my co-counselor was an all-star. I learned much from her. I felt like I wanted to give my campers everything, but I had nothing left to give. It was a hard week. But when it was over, I missed it. I grew this week from brokeness and joy. "I am reminded that even when I have my reason and my plan, God knows better."

Week 8: I went out to Gibbon as a Day Camp leader. I was exhausted. And I wasn't looking forward to the week. But it was great. Frustrating at times but wonderful on the whole. I had time for craziness and for being serious, and God gave me rest for my soul. "I am here to do God's work. When He calls me to serve, who am I to question Him?"

Hullo. It's been a spell, which is good for anyone reading this because it's never all that interesting. But I'm here so you get to deal with my writing. Horray. I like my own bed. I will not wake up with spiders in my eyes or with a bad back from a bad mattress. And I plan to really sleep in tomorrow for the first time in I don't even know how long. The week off is sounding exciting at the moment. Also, family vacation? What is that? We'll see how we do. I plan to give a brief overview on how I'm doing, etc...but I'm very very tired tonight so I'll save it for later....whether you're interested or not. Goodnight. I will greet the world in 12-14 hours.