Needing to Breathe...

It has been a very challenging couple of days. And I am feeling the pressures of the responsibilities before me at camp. I feel at times as though I am being pulled in several different directions, and just when I seem to get one step ahead, something falls into my lap, and I get knocked a few steps back.

It's only the fourth day of camp, and already I am feeling stress. So what can I do? I know that there is only One whom I can cling to, and I know that He has never left my side through this. And so, though I am feeling the pressures of camp life, and I am feeling sleep-deprived, cranky and irritable, I have to keep reminding myself that my source of strength lies in Jesus Christ. Cups of coffee and double-shots of cola are only going to take me so far; I need Him to sustain me, really, to survive.

This week, Psalm 121 has been going through my head, and even now as I write this entry, the words "I lift my eyes to the hills; where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth."

Well, the dinner line calleth. Signing off for now,
Chels