Things I did at camp:
- Paddled a boat around a lake.
- Swam in a pool which was five feet at its deepest.
- Woke up to the ringing of the bell over the dining hall.
- Summoned to the dining hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner by the ringing of the same bell.
- Rang the bell without getting caught.
- Sang camps songs I remembered as a kid.
- Got a little reminiscent and misty-eyed.
- Lay in my bunk in the dark of night and thought how easy Jason could rise up out of the lake and kill all of us.
- Remembered I was not a promiscuous teenager (they were always the ones who didn't make it, so in a sense those movies were morality tales).
- Felt a bit of anxiety for the permanent staff who were in their late teens or early twenties and hoped they were practicing abstinence.
- Remembered it was Jason's mom who did the killing in the first movie.
- Had a terror-filled moment when the door slammed unexpectedly and without any known reason.
- Wondered if Jason or his mom had mistaken my cabin for the permanent staff cabin.
- Decided my time would be better spent in prayer.
- Had a nice visit with God.
A renewed sense of the need for kindness and patience. I realized that I had gotten a bit selfish and decided to seek out three opportunities a day to serve or help someone else. This morning a friend handed me my first opportunity on a silver platter. She asked if I could drive her somewhere. I was thankful she had asked me, and I was especially thankful to be happy to do it.