It’s already been a while since I joined our church’s kids camp as a counselor. It was tiring, at times frustrating, but ultimately rewarding.
This summer, I’ve learned how to be less of a morning person. This is relatively speaking, of course: I learned how to wake up at 7 am instead of 5 am. However, getting up in time for the 6 am departure for RCC shocked me back into waking up early once more.
Getting up and sleeping early weren’t the sources of fatigue, though: reigning in kids who so badly wanted to explore the grounds, joining the extremely challenging Night Safari/tiger race, holding hotdogs up to a roaring bonfire, and a couple of frenetic hours spent in the worship concert night were. Squeeze all of those into three days and two nights and you’ve got TIRED written all over your face–and even then the work of policing rambunctious 11 year olds is still not over–not until the parents come pick them up. Tiring, yes. But it’s a GOOD tiring.
These kids are full of energy, and there’s almost no cynicism in them. Thus swings the double edged sword of wide-eyed wonder. They’re so curious, so willing to share their experiences, and so uninhibited by the reticence that comes with adolescence that controlling them is extremely difficult. It doesn’t help that the environment is full of fearful and wonderful distractions.
At the end of the day, though, you feel that they genuinely respect and love you. There is no veneer of doing the polite and acceptable thing—they just show they really like you. It’s frustrating, but it’s a GOOD frustration.
Now one can see why it’s rewarding. It’s not rewarding or fulfilling in spite of, it’s rewarding because of. I feel the Lord’s pleasure when I do His work, and His joy is mine.