So I am currently sitting in what I suppose is called the atrium of a hotel, in the middle of Coral Springs exhausted, but unwilling to move.  It is day 1 of a student ministry camp that I am running, and while I am running on fumes, I cannot help but sit and take it all in.  This hotel has lots of fountains in it, which is freakishly soothing, and has mesmerized me in this moment.  After a day that began at 6 am (after 3.5 hours of sleep), I find myself sitting for the first time, and able to complete a thought all at once.  I suppose I am just in awe that the chaos is complete.  Day one of camp is always the worst.  Too many things go awry, too many things fall through the cracks, and too many kids get hurt (maybe ;)).  But it is done.  Everyone is alive.  Rec was a hit!  Our speaker killed it…and God is up to something big.  I’m excited for what this week holds.  I’m anxious about the unknown.  But most of all, I’m insecure about why God would use me.  I’m a nobody.  Not in an annoying Eeyore-woe-is-me kind of way, but in a “I’m a sinner saved by grace wanting to serve in any capacity but still just a punk kid” kind of way.  I always worry that I am going to mess something up.  I suppose the reality is that this is already way out of my hands, and God has already taken control (cue “Jesus take the Wheel”).  I’m ready to see where this week leads, because I’ve already given it up to the ultimate camp director, the big man upstairs, the ceo, the great carpenter (any other bumper stickers I’m missing?).  So pray for our camp, pray for our students, its only just begun.