My Last Will and Test-i mean...

my last blog before i leave. I know how sad everyone will be with me leaving and not blogging for 3 weeks, but alas, i must go.

I had this whole really cool entry, and when i went to publish it, it disappeared-how disappointing.

So, i leave in approximately 14 hours. All my bags are packed, i'm ready to go....etc. whatever-i'm ready to go-well in terms of stuff. I'm a little anxious though God has done a good job of calming my fears-He's good that way. The verse in Philippians keeps coming to mind about not being anxious about anything but pray instead. Well, that's the main part anyway.

Apparently there is a good chance that i will be eating monkey-monkey should not be eaten-they should be watched on tv or in the zoo-and laughed at for entertainment purpose only. Oh well, such is life.

We leave tomorrow for Abbottsford for training and orientation. Learning skits, puppetry(heehee, they're giving us puppets!), and prolly some Spanish stuff as well. Then, on the 21st, we fly from Van. to Salt Lake City to Atlanta to Panama City and then to Chepo. In Chepo, we'll be doing some building stuff and prolly other stuff that i haven't heard yet. Next, we travel(by sturdy, leaking, dug out canoes with motors) to Maje-a jungle village where the Wounaan people live (Wow-none). There we will do stuff with stuff at a place and have fun doing whatever the stuff will be. They also speak Woumayo there-so that's another language besides Spanish to deal with.

The only issue i've been thinking about is that language barrier. I've been tring to learn Spanish since September, though i really haven't had the time or energy to put a whole lot of work into it. Instead of Spanish, French words seem to come to mind first because of all the classes i've taken. Although French and Spanish are similar, i don't know how much i'll get by with French. Though i think i'll look up the term for monkey...

A Lesson for Me

God definitely has a sense of humour. I'm sure He laughs at me daily-much like the rest of you. While i was at camp God taught me something-well lots of somethings but one that stuck out. I learned this week that it is not my job to change people and make them enjoy devo time. This may seem like a simple lesson for most people-but it took me a long time to realize this. Everyday i worked super hard at trying to get the girls involved and into devos, and a couple of them would totally ignore me by sleeping or doing misc. things in their bunks, or be totally silent when i needed involvement. They did however enjoy telling me mindless stories about various family members and the quirks they have. It took until Wed or Thurs. during devo time for me to realize that i can only do so much and that if the girls aren't into it-i really don't need to force anything on them. In the middle of devo time(when my co-counselor was getting super frustrated with the girls not listening) i started laughing, and not quietly either. The girls thought i had gone nuts-well maybe that was part of it too, but whatever. I told them what i realized and that after we prayed, we could just be random and talk about whatever. And the funny thing is, is that i think we had better talks after that happened. Not to mention a super pillow fight and dog pile. :)

I'm Back...sort of

I'm back from camp, done for a month and hopefully can convince myself to go back. This past week was the hardest i have ever encountered at camp before. There were so many counselors with difficult cabins or problems relating to people in the cabin it was nuts. There were definitely a lot of tears shed this week, and i think it was mostly by the couselors. The devil really tried to attack the camp this week, and once again God prevailed and helped us through it.

My cabin was good, for the most part. I had 2 girls who didn't listen to a word i said and would question ever single thing. It was super hard, especially when you heard them wispering about you. My co-counselor got stuck in the kitchen all week to learn how to be a cook for the coming weeks and that was brutal for everyone. She had to get up at 6am and work all day and then come back to a cabin where the girls are at war with each other and whinning. I was sick for the first half and lost patience frequently. The Lord is good and saw us through though. Even in the toughest girls in the cabin, i saw Christ working.

So, i'm home for 5 days now to sleep, get healthy, shop more(argh), and see people before i leave on thursday for Abbottsford for training and then off to Panama....and then off to camp 2 days later.

If anyone wants to come see us off...we will be at the airport THURSDAY morning at 5 AM...hahaha yes i know, you all get up then and would love to. If anyone has a small thermo-rest they could lend out-i would be super thankful.

Oh yeah and my passport arrived while i was at camp! And i thought i would be driving around with expired license plates because my account keeps saying $0 but there was money there for it! And i got my gst cheque! And payday!-haha well, camp pay-so a little spending money for the trip-but whatever. God is definitely an awesome God.