I have never worked this hard in my life. I have never had this much responsibility. I have never felt this much weight on my shoulders. Weight of success. Weight of other people's burdens. Weight of hundreds of people a week under my care.

As I type this is is 2 in the morning on the first day of camp. I have at least another hours worth of work to do and I have to be up by 6 am. 3 hours of sleep. I don't know about you, but for me, that is pushing my limits. Things have gone wrong since day one. So. Many. Things. Today was one of those days where if you don't laugh you are just going to end up crying. So, we laughed. Josh and I had to make a 1 am run to the gas station to fill up to be ready for tomorrow. My job is HUGE. Going on hour 18 today.

Some days I question why I am here. Praying, begging for joy. Asking the Lord to not let me MISS IT. I could so easily miss it in the midst of everything. I don't want to wake up and for camp to be over and it is....gone. Trying to absorb the greatness of the task. Begging the Lord to spiritually prepare me to lead other people. To lead them like Jesus. Asking Him to give me the words to display His power and give them the vision of His plan.

Pressing forward. Tomorrow will be better. Lord, help me. Even with 3 hours of sleep.