I grew up going to a camp called Judson Hills (from the age of 12). After being a camper, I started being a counselor and was even on staff one summer. I LOVED that place (so did many others). The camp is no longer part of American Baptist Churches (don’t get me started on how they screwed that up), but the camp I counseled for the most (Sr. High) started going to Camp Koinonia. I haven’t counseled for quite a few years, but this year I felt the Lord calling me back. It’s the 2nd week of July and while I’m excited, I’m also pretty nervous. I’ve never been to Koinonia, this is a whole group of kids I don’t know and counselors I haven’t counseled with, I’m not in my “cool” 20’s anymore, and I’ve gained quite a bit of weight since I was last there (thanks to PCOS), which could make things more difficult. I know some of this could be the enemy trying to keep me from going, but it’s still a little scary. I choose to trust in God and His good will to protect me and remind me of how much I love counseling.