From "oh no..." to "woh" to "ahh CHOO"

Well, so much to talk about, so little time to talk about it.

Well, at about 4:00 Sunday, July 31st, I was informed that the camp my sister works at is shorthanded for how many kids they had that week. They practicly begged for me to come and be an assistant councilor. So the madness of packing insued, becuase the kids get there at around 6 and the camp is 30 minutes away. After I get there, I see alot of friends and have a great deal of fun for the next two days. This is where the "Oh no" part kicks up... One of my boys decided that he didn't want to even be there and so he became a day dreamer, even while on a horse. The horse basicly did all the stuff from memory, because that kid wasn't steering. This made me look bad becuase I'm the novice of this kind of horsemanship that his camp teaches. My troubles only intensified when I found out that my two oldist guys were pimps... (forgive the slang, but its the best way to describe it.) One of them would buy stuff for the girls so that they would like him, the other basicly showed off his muscles and all the girls swooned. So I had to constantly keep them in check. Basicly a bad day.

Thursday... I don't think I'm even going to talk about it... Just rest assured it was possibly the most embarassing day of my life...

Friday, The horse show... My job during this huge show was to make sure that all the horses rotated properly from the barn to the arena and visa versa...

Bad News

The show is going well, suddenly, one of the ranch hands comes up to me crying with blood all over the upper right corner of her shirt. I soon find out that one of the horses got kicked in the head and has a nosebleed. Being around horses a good bit, and knowing that horses can bleed two gallons and still be fine, I reassured the girl that Missie(the horse) will be ok, and not to tell any of the kids...

Guess what?

The kids find out, one way or another, I have now visited the horse and my dad is tending to its nose which has stopped bleeding. All the girl campers and ranch-hands are crying (This is a big deal, because there are a total of THREE guys on staff counting myself.). I have to try to reassure all the little girls AND the teenagers that the horse will be fine, while at the same time making sure each horse is in the right place at the right time.

Thank GOD (woh part begins)

The girls calm down, the kids settle down in general, the wounded horse is showing signs of recovery, The show goes off without a hitch. The night following the most stressful day I've had in a while goes off wonderfully. God gave me the power to change the course of several friendships for the better. God was with me, standing beside me for the rest of that night. All the emotions from Thursday are worked out, for the better... I said my goodbye to some of those who were leaving early.

Then I realised that this whole week was an act of God, cercomstances were made by him to make this for me, this last night proves it. After I saw this, all the lessons I had learned, all the difficultys I had risen above, all the ruts I hit, were all to make myself better. That night, I prayed more forcefully than I have when I was saved, I opened my entire heart... I experienced God, I felt him and his hand uppon me, just like the night I was saved.

And there it is, the happy ending to my story. I honestly think that my last week might as well have been video-taped and made into a mini-movie or some episode of that show "Bug Juice" or something. It was so powerful and had a plot progession of ok, to bad, to aweful, and to amazing.

And last, the "ahh CHOO"

I'm sick, I have been sick since I got back, kinda stinks but I'm empowered emotionally and spiritually.


FORGET THE WORDS: "GOD IS GOOD"
THE TRUTH:"GOD IS AWESOME"

:-)

-Wes