#district camp

[xshairamae]

And so we conquered the 4-day District Secondary BSP Advancement Camp 2019!

A photo with my crew! We are ONE, CALAPANDAYAN!

October 10-13, 2019

[afinnishrotex-blog]

our oldies coming up with an initiation task for our australian newbies! 😅

[justscoutthings]

Hey, District Camp was amazing in the good old English downpour we all know too well. There were rivers and flooded tents and cancelled activities but it was all good fun.

[otterprints]

Was at a scout camp and we went on a wood run. One of the 8 year old cubs notices a tree with a hole in it he says it looks like a bum hole. Then a gabs a stick and starts putting it in the hole. I tell him it was the wrong hole to put his stick in. He says he dosen't care he'd do it for fun! He's 8!! Wtf!

[dungeonmama]

Rebecca's Faith Journal #6

This past week, Ashlie and I served as counselors for District Camp; she at the 6th and 7th grade camp, and I at the 4th and 5th camp. I’m not sure what her experience was, but I figure it was vastly differently. I spent most of the week counting my girls and trying to balance out their need to not being treated like babies and my need to not lose a child in the woods. If you could have peered into my head at any point during the week you probably would have heard something like this:

One, two, three, four, five…oh no, where’s the sixth one? She was just here! Oh, there she is. Running ahead. Again. Why does she have to do that? We’re all going to get our food at the same time. And it’s so hot…how do they even have the energy to run?

 “Slow down please! Come back with the group!....thank you!”

One, two, three, four…oh great where did the fifth one go?

It really was a great week, though, with worship getting more inspiring each night, wonderful people, and I did not lose a single child for a more than a few moments. Honest. But I wonder how often we like the little campers, running away from our God who is constantly counting us, knowing instantly when one of us strays. We do not do this out of resentment but because we become so focused on what we want. We rush ahead thinking that if we’re first in line, surely that will mean I’m better than everyone else. Somehow being ahead will win me a prize of some sort…we’re not really sure what it would be, but it must be better than standing beside our boring Counselor who seems to go at such a slow pace. In fact we sometimes pretend we don’t hear God calling us to join the group again. What does God know? God doesn’t understand what it’s like, and if I could just get to the front of line, then God will see that it was better that I ran ahead. I know what is best for me.

But God always catches up, finding us lost in a herd of others who also raced ahead, ignoring God’s call.  As it turns out, racing ahead just meant we became separated from our Counselor and we are now jostled around with no one there to protect us. We try and act like we are not worried and didn’t miss God, though God knows better. It isn’t rubbed in our face; instead God smiles softly and standing quietly beside us, takes our hand. Though we don’t say so, we are glad, and stand a bit closer to our Counselor, wondering why we didn’t stay by their side in the first place.

I was blessed the whole week I was at camp, despite aching feet, scorpion scares, oppressive heat, and attempting to turn complaining into appreciation. I will not say it was easy, because it was not, but it was fulfilling. I am an overflowing cup of love for God and everything God created, including the little campers who I continually counted. If I am able to love six small girls I knew for only a few days, then what grand and unimaginable love must God have for each of us? We are God’s children, and God knows us more intimately than even we know ourselves, and still we are counted as God’s children. Someday I hope to quell my desire to rush ahead, or to lag behind so that I can always be with my Lord. But, maybe if we did, we wouldn’t appreciate how empty are when we separate ourselves from our Counselor.