So I had a really interesting week at Camp. Actually, interesting isn't even the word. I'd say life changing. I shared my story with a friend of mine, and felt I should share it with others as well. Hopefully, it has some effect on you. If not, well I still have that night, and it'll never be taken from me.

Here's my story.

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Well, as expected, the day I arrived, my faith was still on edge.
But I was hoping something might happen in that week.
So I wasn't completely pessimistic. Which was good.
Anyway. Each morning we had tryst, where we'd read something from the bible, and then we'd split into our bible study groups afterwards.
We'd go over what we read.
And then the pastor, dean, counselor, whoever, would ask us questions.
And each day, as I read, I learned something new, and had a new thought.
Each day, I felt like something was tugging on my heart.
Pulling me in.
Calling to me.
But it was like static. I wasn't hearing it right.
Up until Friday morning, when we had our last bible study.
We read the story about Jesus walking on water, and calling to Peter to come walk on it with him.
And peter took a few steps, but started to sink when he saw the wind coming. Because he was afraid, and didn't keep faith.
But he reached out, and Jesus saved him.
That entire day my head was like a hamster on a wheel. It was running like crazy.
Anyway.
As the day went on, I couldn't let that story slip from my mind no matter how hard I tried.
Then came the campfire.
And pastor dean told us a story about a kid that grew up pretty well, then got into trouble, and went through some suffering. He told us this heart wrenching story about this kid. And how he stopped following Jesus.
And how he struggled with his faith. It was a relatable story, one that touched a lot of the campers.
Especially when the pastor revealed that it was his own story.
But anyway. After the story, he gave us the option of throwing the stick or not into the fire.
I was already crying at this point. Because my life flashed through my head like a movie, all the heartache, misfortune, suffering, sadness, and anger.
And that's when it clicked.
All the pieces from the week finally clicked.
And for that split second, I thought about Peter.
I got up, threw my stick into the fire.
After an hour or so of more crying, and lots of hugs, and words of encouragement from other campers, including my good friend rachel, I finally approached pastor dean with a hug.
And said something to him that left him speechless.
I told him, "Jesus didn't let me sink. I let myself sink. So now I'm reaching out, and I know he'll save me."
Pastor dean didn't let go of me for a few minutes. He told me as he hugged me that he didn't want to come to camp this year, but felt he needed to. And I told him, "Maybe Jesus sent you to help me." And I could hear the smile in his voice. "I believe he did," He said in return.
On top of everything, friday was the 25th.
Christmas in July.

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And that's my story. <3