I love kids.

Today was my first day as a leader at daycamp and the experience was nothing short of awesome. I received my official daycamp name (you can now call me Cheerio), my fair share of indian rug burns and cuts and bruises but it was all worthwhile. Today I was the co-leader of one of the middler groups (grades 4-6ish) with Rio (yet another awesome camp name). There were ten kids in our group and we rocked (team of the day!! wooohoo). Today was beach day and each team was given the task to make a sandcastle. What we thought would be an easy task turned into a disaster. The kids on our team were more interested in gathering huge rocks for our sandcastle than actually building the castle. So there we were with just 30min left and all we had was a heap of rocks getting bigger by the minute. Rio and I soon realized that we were pretty much going to have to build this castle on our own. We tried giving each kid a particular job to do...so they'd start it but soon get distracted and decide we still didn't have enough rocks...so back into the water they'd go in search of more rocks. Needless to say Rio and I pretty much built the entire castle ourselves and to no suprise....we didn't win the contest. I'm sure the kids had a blast anyhow but it made me think of how I am like those kids in many ways. I am given a job from God to witness to friends, serve others...ect but there I am saying 'I don't have enough rocks God'. So off I go doing what I think is the right thing rather than listening to God and doing as he says...and needless to say...I fail.

Foot Washing @ 4am

My parents decided a while back that we were going to rent out the room upstairs next to mine to a college student for a little extra cash. So they put an ad in the paper and soon enough Becky moved in. She was the perfect border. She was a Christian, super friendly, quiet and got a long with my entire family. She lived here for about half a year (give or take a few months) until she found another place closer to the school with a friend of hers. So again my parents put another ad into the paper. After a few weeks my dad found someone new to move in. Moving day came and to my suprise this wasn't a college student at all. In fact my new across the hall roomate was an older lady (say mid 40's) from pakistan. Oh yeah you heard me right.....not only is she not young, she's from pakistan which means...I am going to have to smell her spicy food all day long. So it's been a while since she's moved into my upstairs and I guess I'm growing to be more tolerant of the whole idea. I've gotten used to the smell of her food and have had to adjust to her always being in the shower when I need it. Overall she's such a sweet lady. She's a doctor from pakistan who isn't allowed to practice here so she is stuck working a job paying barely minimum wage just to make ends meet until she's allowed to move to the states to be with her family. Now I'm gonna get to the point of this blog...just wanted to give a little backround to the story. My new roommate is muslim. I knew nothing of the muslim religion until she moved in. Her and my dad have some really great talks abouth God and their views on things. I recently learned that muslims have to wash their feet 7 times a day (this explains her ALWAYS being in the bathroom!). Lately I've been having trouble sleeping so I'm up till about 4 or 5 am every single night and every single night I've been awake that late I hear her go into the bathroom and the tub begins to run and she's in there washing her feet. Talk about dedication. Imagine washing your feet 7 times a day! That's 49 times a week, 2548 times a year!! It really makes me think about my own life as a Christian. If I had half as much dedication as she does I would be able to accomplish great things...but here I am having trouble making it to church every sunday morning. I really respect my roomie for her dedication to her religion even if I don't agree with her views. She's really helping me to grow in my own walk with God and teaching me the meaning of dedication.

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