The more time I spend at Greystone, the more I see God's blessing over the whole thing - and the serious generosity that the directors have. Mainly, Jimboy and Margaret (the family that owns the camp - 4th generation!). They love the counselors and try to do everything within their power to make us excited and happy so we can then go love on the campers to make them excited and happy.
The campers aren't even here yet and I've already had the time of my life. I don't know how God could make this any better.
Throughout this week we've been doing normal staff training things - meetings about this, that, and the other thing. But sprinkled throughout were lip-syncs, AWESOME food, and a nice with ice cream and Pitch Perfect. The accommodations are more than fantastic and genuinely, I just can't believe this place is real sometimes.
To prove this point further, tonight we picked money out of a trashcan. Casual.
We started the night with dinner and dessert at the owner's house (catered by Hubba Hubba) and then had a mad dash Amazing Race type competition that had camp activities with counselor responsibilities mixed in. Afterwards, the winners got cash - cold hard money. And after that, they said that everyone was getting a chance to dip into this trashcan that had $1, $5, $10, $20, $50, and $100 bills in there! Multiple of all! It was surreal. One by one, all 120+ counselors, leaders, and men staff got their turn to dip in. I got a $20!
They are spoiling us, and it is awesome. My guess is that they know the hard (but so fun!) summer that lies ahead and want to love on us. Who knows.
Seriously people. What kind of camp is this.
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