*Heavy Sigh* Camp is over (and the funny thing is here I am sitting in the Indian Hills Camp store, working). Mexico was AMAZING!!!!! It is hard to see it as a missions trip because it is so close to home, but a tangible reminder that everywhere is a mission trip, including home. When I sat on the beach Thursday night and pondered what God wanted to tell me, the sounds were divine. The dolphins surfing the waves reminded me of His creativity. The waves, of His consistency (as well as the Spice Girls song that was stuck in my head for the first 15 minutes. Don't laugh! It was terrible. But the lyrics, "If you wannabe my lover, you have to like my friends, forget my past... There is conditions to these) But God's love is unconditional. The worship song that struck me the most (and was played almost every Wednesday thank you!) was Lord of All Creation. It was perfect "Early in the Morning, I will celebrate the Light. When I stumble in the darkness, I will call Your name by night." Especially when singing this at 7:30am and feeling the bright sunlight warm your face. So this song was what followed the Spice Girls on Friday morning, sitting on the small cliff, watching the surfer try continuously to catch the minimal 1 foot swells. But he continued trying and eventually rode one. This is what God is to me. He wades the waters of my heart, chilling on His board and constantly paddling for the slight swells until I finally get it. Perhaps it will amount to a beautiful 10 foot tube or maybe He will ride the foot high cap until it dies a few yards after. Whether one or the other the point is this, He waits for me and will be there always. Like another worship song sung often this summer... "Though my world may fall, You'll never let me go." NEVER! He will sit, paddling and paddling, until I finally get it.

For the sake of straying from the thus far, strictly dance oriented page, I would like to comment on this summer. Specifically Friday August 11, 2006. This marks the end of summer #7 at Indian Hills Camp but it was different than the previous "last-day-of-camp-blues". This year, the day brought on the same melancholy lull that leaves me tired and sad, yet satisfied, but there is more. It was not the end for, AH-HA, Mexico is just 2 days away. The second part of this "last-day-of-camp-blues" was the rain that came during our staff meeting. To me it was particularly ironic because a saying in Kauai is "If it rains the day you leave, you have to come back." So, the fact that it rained may be omenous for many people. Overall, the summer was unlike any other summer, but every summer is different, so this did not strike me as odd or out of place. The cool thing about this summer was the various forms of "skopeo". As a support staff, we are taught to use this word in a serving sense "scoping-out" where you can serve others. For myself, it was playing different roles in camp this summer: wrangler, counselor, nurse and photographer (photo taken by Yours Truly). However, skopeo brought on another context as I was "scoping-out" the different means in which the Holy Spirit communicates with us. Summing these contexts up would, I suppose, result in a general awareness of the Counselor, i.e. "epignosis". *Light Bulb* So thats what it means.... Funny that Curley would speak on the venues in which humans are aware, on the last morning of summer camp. Coincidence? I think not... but that's just my opinion.