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"Oh what a beautiful morning..."

"Oh what a beautiful day, I've got a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way..."

I love sunny, fresh mornings, it totally puts me in a beautiful mood.

Crisp mornings like these remind me of when I spent a month as a summer staff at the YoungLife Castaway Camp. I knew I was going to be on the waterfront and I was so excited. I was thinking..."Awww, lifeguard for a month. Piece of cake!! I'll sit up there in that chair all day, get a nice tan, smile a lot and be lovin' life." So I get there, get situated in my room with my bunk and head down to the waterfront. I was like a day or two late, becasue by the grace of God, this whole thing fell in to place for me (thanks to Mr. YoungLife Hinkle), and there I was in this gorgeous place, with smiling beautiful people from all over the U.S.

So, then, my lead staff Joe, tells me what I'll be doing. "We are sooooo glad you're here! We thought we were going to be short for the month of June and here you are! And you'll be so excited! Your going to work on the ParaSail Boat!"

Ok! Sounds exciting!! Yeah, well....let's just say it was one of the most challenging months of my life!!! The parasail boat crew was up very early every morning. We had constant rides throughout the day (I did switch off with another gal on shifts), rain or shine -rain w/o lightning that is-!

During the first two weeks. We sunk two parasails to the bottom of that beautiful lake, and tore another two. There were a lot of tears, and many sleep deprived days. But, I made it! I did it! And at the same time I met a lot of great people, reconnected with Jesus, and ate like a queen!

And you know what else? I still got that tan I wanted, and left with a beautiful smile on my face!!

P.S. One day I'll tell you about the time I had to swim to shore from the middle of the lake at 6 in the morning, and the one time the rope broke away from the boat as two of our campers were high in the sky!

Comments

Anonymous said…
What?! TWO parasails sunk? More of them ripped? You had to swim to shore? Megan...we should NEVER hang out. Not because I don't love you to pieces, but because we would be walking disasters together! :) I'd love to hear taht story of how you swam from the middle of the lake...yikes! That makes me miss YL...and being tan.

PS. GREAT GREAT to see you on Sunday...you looked beautiful.
Kristen said…
I miss YL! and WL. I remember the time when you went with us to Castaway as a WL leader. Great fun! I think I was in 8th grade...crazy how it seems so long ago! It was probably right before you got married! OH how time flies!
Miss said…
thats awesome! and I love the name "Mr. younglife Hinkle" haha

I didnt know you spent a month there. That is the one YL experience I never had (actually summer staff or work crew). I cant wait to hear the story of you swimming from the middle of the lake!! HAHAHA

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