Moonflower

I'm leaving for camp in 23 hours. Crazy. God keeps telling me it's going to be SO good. I believe Him. I'm still scared, but I believe Him. I don't know how to be an LIT Director, so God will have to show me how.

Crap. I still need to finish packing. Oups. Why do I do this every year? Who knows?

I wish I were driving up. So badly. SOOOO badly.

I have a new-sandals-blister. Annoying.

Me and Pip (don't know about that name yet) are sharing an office. That'll be cool. We'll have a lot of candy. A LOT of candy. And I will have shiny tape, sticky tac, and a ton of construction paper.

I'm taking vitamins at an attempt to stay healthy this summer. Will it happen? Here's hoping.

I deleted a lot of old e-mails from a long time ago. It's sort of weird to look back at them and realize how much things have changed.

I'm excited to meet the new folks (haha, folks) from Newfoundland. Two brand spankin' new counsellors.

I'm excited for our new counsellors. I think they'll be awesome. And our old counsellors. And maintenance. And kitchen. And program. And the lovely LITs.

"God can use someone like you" is playing on the radio. I think He's telling me something.