Busy days, crazy nights.

I love camp. Love it. It's the best.

I spend all day in a kitchen ("that's where you belong!" says the teenage boy in the crowd) making delicious food (today we made guac, salsa, and quesadillas!) and then I get to sing karaoke with a group of pre-teen girls (far too much T. Swift) and now I can sit back and do laundry. Ah. The life.

But seriously folks. Last night, a group of counselors and I were hot after the decade dance (a little too much Hand Jive Baby.) so we decided to jump in the lake. Why? Because we could. 
And it was awesome. 

On a totally different note, one of the huge things God has been teaching me this summer (and really this past year in general) is that everyone wants love. I mean, this seems like an elementary concept. We all want to be loved and known. I feel like I've seen this first hand though.

I saw it in my classmates, acquaintances, and friends as they strive for the attention of the opposite gender - be that by the way they dress or the way they quote Scripture.

I saw it in Haiti - playing with a kid for 15 minutes and giving them a big hug is all they needed to be glowing from the inside out.

And I see it here. In these American kids whose lives are filled with iPhone 5 cellphones, all the Lilly Pulitzer they could want, and parents that only pay half-attention. I see it. 

I feel like I finally get it. Like the constant "Gibbs-style" thumping on the back of my head makes sense. They all just want love. And they seek it in empty places. I do it too! I have to continually remind myself to not seek for it in the approving gestures of my peers or the thumbs-up from my superiors, I need, need, to seek from the only source that will truly satisfy that longing. Anywhere else is dry, dusty land.