Looking Behind & Ahead (2015 Edition)

God, Just Life and Stuff

What are you doing right now?

Are you working?

How are you doing?

These are a few of the all too familiar questions I’ve been asked recently. I’ve become aware that people do not know what has gone on in my life the last few months. Honestly, my people-pleasing personality would rather nobody know how I’ve been lately, but honesty and vulnerability are so vital.

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A while back, not long after graduation, I asked God to break my heart for what breaks his. I knew that was a serious prayer, but I didn’t realize how weighty that request truly was. Over the last few months I’ve gotten a glimpse, and I quickly learned that is a dangerous prayer to pray.

God answered my prayer and made me more vulnerable, emotional and raw than I have ever been. I have learned so much about ministry, communication and the lack of control I have. I have struggled with depression and anxiety to a degree that I haven’t felt since 14-year-old me faced a harsh home life and subsequent divorce. I have learned much about myself and how I don’t have it together (at all).

Most importantly, I learned that I don’t have the power to fix things, including myself. I have felt the weight of things that are far out of my control. Dealing with this been a very VERY difficult thing for this type-A-my-calendar-is-perfectly-color-coded-and-I-can-solve-all-the-problems organizer to learn. I have seen how small I am, and how I really must lean on God for everything.

Needless to say, my pride and longing to succeed have continuously taken beatings. When I felt called to step away from my job nearly three months ago, I began to feel more insecure than ever before. Me, the overachiever, stepping away from a job, moving back in with my mother and being unemployed? Cue the dramatic screams!

In all seriousness, stepping off my pedestal and away from my job was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I am still terribly insecure, because I have always found a large piece of my identity in the quality of my work and in what job I hold. God is taking my idols from me. It hurts, but I asked for it, and I know He will use it for His good. Still, easier said than acted upon.

Thankfully, God has never left me during tis hard season. In fact, He has been so SO gracious as to show me glimpses of His grace through those around me. I am grateful for glimpses of His unconditional love that have come through my mom being my personal therapist and opening her door to me, my friends’ prayers and encouraging words, my sister making me junk food, people allowing me to couch surf, and an incredible guy who holds my hand during anxiety attacks and meltdowns. Without these people, I don’t know how I would have made it to this point. God gives us what we need to make it through difficult seasons, and what incredible support he has given me.

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So what now?

I’m currently on the job hunt, searching for jobs far and wide anywhere in the Southeast. The application and interviewing process is humbling, nerve wracking and not fun. Needless to say, my anxiety has not helped the affair. Even though I beat myself up about being a wreck, I know God always uses broken people (thanks RUF@UGA) and He has a perfect plan.

While I apply for jobs, I write feature articles on unconventional topics for local publications and do desk work for my mom. They are not glamorous positions, and I have been very humbled through them. After putting my pride aside, I have become grateful that God has provided ways for me to make money and build my portfolio.

My anxiety is still at an all-time worse. All too often I have difficulty breathing, sleeping and finding energy. However, God has used this time to draw me closer to him. I have spent significantly more time in the Word and in prayer as I have felt I had nothing else. I’ve been convicted of how I am so intentional only because I’m in a dark place, but I’m praying that my new habits will stick for years to come. I recently bought a new Bible, and began finding new ways to be more intentional with my bible reading and studying (if you are curious about #illustratedfaith as seen above, let’s talk about it! It’s amazing!). I haven’t made any concrete New Year’s resolutions, but I do plan on digging further into the Bible more than in any year past.

The latter half of 2015 has been the most difficult season of my adult life. However, I am excited to see what 2016 has in store. I have much to look forward to, including finding a new job, moving to a new place, strengthening relationships with old friends, meeting new friends, and becoming stronger because of the past few months.

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“Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave it with regret? There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”

– C.S. Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

 

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June Update

Camp Grace, God
Forty-one. The number of days since I started working at Camp Grace full-time. They have easily been the 41 busiest days of my life, but also some of the most incredible. This morning I spent a few hours just being with Jesus and meditating over the past six weeks so I could gather my thoughts for this update. There was much needed filling up after weeks of pouring out.
 I’m so grateful for the opportunities I have at camp. I love my job. I love watching kids with heartbreaking stories join a family with eternal hope. Witnessing heart changes makes 16 hour work days worth each second. I’m tired, and Galatians 6:9 has been a reoccurring theme for the summer. Although I am called to work hard, I also know that there is a time for everything, especially rest.
 I have felt overwhelmed lately with the amount of roles I have at camp. Publicist. Designer. CIT director. Social media strategist. Supporter of leadership staff. Camera(wo)man. Head of the #MediaTeam. I would be lying if I said I never grow weary. However, I am reminded that I am nothing without Christ, and my true identity is in Him. When I fall short in my jobs (which I often do), I’m reminded that I’m free to fail because I’m defined by Christ’s actions, not my performance.
Some days I am still discouraged, but God is faithful to remind me what a gift it is to serve here. My favorite reminder was given to me on Friday. I had just finished shooting an interview with an urban partner, when my boss, Carrie called me over to the high zip line.
“Michael is about to conquer his fear. I want you to film it.”
I sat on a platform for 30 minutes while several of us encouraged him to jump from the top of the tower. It was not pleasant. The heat index here has been around roughly 110 degrees, so sitting with my camera aimed up was uncomfortable. Lucas, our camp director, sat on top of the zip talking to Michael. Things got quiet. Carrie looked at me and I realized that the child was praying a very important prayer on top of the tower. After he was done, he jumped, and I gained a brother in Christ as we all sweated at the high zip. I was also able to interview him right after, and it was one of the most joyful experiences I’ve ever had behind a camera.
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I wish I had time to type all of the stories of life change that we witness each day. It’s surreal and an honor to help be the eyes of Camp Grace that show the public what we do. Thank you for your support!
  • Please pray for the hearts of the hundreds of children who will come through camp in the next month.
  • Pray for this next week, as we will host over 90 foster children. Pray for the staff that they will show grace and love amidst brokenness.
  • Pray for the strength and energy of all of staff as we enter the second, more difficult half of the summer. Pray that we will always remember the ‘WHY’ of camp and that we do everything for Christ’s glory.

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On My Way

Camp Grace, God

Long time no write! I’m doing a little rebranding on this blog, but in the very best way. I will now use it to post updates about the incredible new journey I’m about to embark upon.

Firstly, if we do not know each other, I’m Katie, a senior PR and religion major at UGA. Seventeen months ago, my life changed when I arrived at Camp Grace for the first time. I was nervous, I didn’t know anybody, and it was a fluke that I had heard about this camp and gotten the job. However, I was excited to start my work as a missionary to 100s of underprivileged children in Georgia. Funny how God works when you’re willing to take a step out of your comfort zone. blog 3 I’m excited to announce that after graduating in May, I will be taking another step out of my comfort zone and step into the position of communications director at the same camp I quickly fell in love with in the summer of 2013. In case you are unfamiliar with Camp Grace, it is a nonprofit that partners with urban ministries to share God’s love with kids using a top-notch camp experience. We focus on sharing the Gospel with these kids while giving them an opportunity to ‘be kids.’

For many kids, camp is their only opportunity to get out of the city and explore God’s creation. You can also look at this past post of mine that talks about camp and my work there, or check out the website. I’m grateful that I will be applying what I’ve learned in PR within an organization that I’m crazy about. I’ll be updating social media (plug: follow, follow, follow) working with our donor base, raising awareness, and designing graphics and publications. All I can do is praise God for His sovereignty, for only he knew when I chose my major three years ago that camp would have a need for marketing and communications personnel as I finished school. Talk about perfect timing. blog 1 While I’m unbelievably excited about this opportunity, working at camp is hard. I must have people to come beside me and support me in several ways, including:

  • Prayer and Encouragement
    • Prayer that God will give me wisdom in this job, that He will continue to teach me, and that everything I do will be for His Glory
    • Prayer that Camp Grace will constantly point children and supporters to Christ
    • Sharing encouragement through scripture and how God has been working in your life
  • Resources
    • Give towards my monthly salary of 2,500
  • Social Media
    • Like Camp Grace on Facebook and help me display what God’s doing at camp by sharing and liking posts (Facebook)
    • Follow camp on Twitter and Instagram (@TheCampGrace)

***(SN: Although It may seem trivial, social media is crucial and a huge part of my job. The more you invite people to like or follow us, share our posts or even like or leave comments, the more awareness we raise and the more support we get from donors. This is so important!)

If you are interested in supporting me in any way, please let me know send me your contact info at Katie@thecampgrace.com so I can add you to my e-newsletter. If you are interested in supporting me monetarily, all donations made are tax-deductible and can be mailed to 2559 Walker Chapel Rd. Roberta, GA, 31078. On the memo line of your check, please designate “Katie King salary support.” If you would like to give online, donations may be made at http://www.thecampgrace.com/donate with a notation for “Katie King salary support.” While monthly donations are preferred, any gift will be greatly appreciated. blog 2 Thank you for reading this lengthy post and for your support. I will be updating this blog regularly about how God is at work in me and at camp. – K blog 4

(Long Overdue) Greece Update

God, Travel

Where do I even begin? Greece was more than I ever hoped and dreamed. Sounds cheesy, but it was the highlight of my life thus far.

Acrocorinth

Acrocorinth

I guess I’ll start at the very beginning. I left on a bus to Atlanta on a Friday night, and I still hadn’t grasped the fact that I was about to fly overseas for a week. Truthfully, the week before was very rough. Projects, midterms and work left me no time to prepare myself for the trip ahead. Of course we had attended meetings, watched videos and fundraised, but I don’t think I could have ever been fully prepared for my first out of the country mission trip. However, I was overwhelmingly exhausted from the week before, and was worried that the exhaustion would carry over, in addition to the jetlag of a 7 hour time difference. It was also my first time flying. Luckily, I have always and forever wanted to fly (see bucket list) and pretty much loved it, despite the fact a young child cried behind me most of the night. We had a short layover in London, where I bought a post card and talked to a British man about Starbucks. SN: British Starbucks tastes the same as American Starbucks. Just as we were boarding our flight to Athens, we saw that Flight 370 had just gone missing and presumably had crashed. Unsettling, but I was honestly too excited to worry very much about my own safety. If God wanted us to get to Greece, it would happen. I’m very glad it did.

Flying over Europe was a beautiful experience within itself. Seeing the Alps from above was a act of worship for me, and was very peaceful yet overwhelming. I had never seen anything so magnificent before, and it was the first time I truly realized the vastness of God’s creation. The whole earth declares His glory.

The Alps

The Alps

We got though the airport in Athens and got on a huge charter bus. We all met Alex for the first time, who is on of the primary missionaries we worked with. Alex is a native of Greece, but spoke excellent English. In fact, most Greeks speak fairly fluent English, as they have practiced it for years in school. We got to our hotel, which was very different from American hotels. It was four stories with a roof, and each room was very small and fit one or two beds. Some rooms had bathrooms inside, but Brittany, my roommate, and I had to use a community bath. It reminded me a little of dorm living, except most of the showers were freezing and we couldn’t throw away toilet paper.

View from the roof of our hotel

View from the roof of our hotel

After all forty of us got into our rooms, we went to dinner in First Evangelical Church’s fellowship hall. The church was the larger evangelical church that we worked with throughout the week. It was very nice, but what probably shocked us most of all was the food. Members of the church prepared a greek feast for us complete with olives, feta, tomatoes, pita, tzatziki sauce and meat. Plus homemade cheesecake that blew my mind. We ate similar meals most nights, and we probably all gained weight, but I regret nothing because no Mediterranean dish in the US will ever compare to the food those precious greek women prepared for us. IMG_5267

The next day was Sunday, and all of the UGA students went to church at First Evangelical. Many of the hymns we sang were also hymns used in America that we sang in English while the naives sang in Greek. This was one of the most amazing parts of the trip to me, as we were all singing the same hymns, in different languages, side by side. Talk about worship. Giotis, the minister of the church, delivered a message (in Greek) about love. He spoke about God’s love and how that should impact us. He read from Romans 8:4-15 and Ephesians 4:25-32, and we could tell from his energy and words how important the Gospel is to him, and how he has a gift to share it. We were given headsets, through which we listened to the sermon in English by a live translator. He had studied at Oxford and spoke as if was a 19th century English bureaucrat. He was also excellent at translating, so we thoroughly enjoyed listening to him relay the message to us. We had a free afternoon, so we made plans to go to the Acropolis. We all explored the beautiful structure and marveled at the effort that must have gone into building so much with so little technology. The top of the Acropolis was so windy that we were having trouble walking. After the Acropolis, we continued to explore the city on our own, and I had my very first authentic gyro. I still crave them all the time. We visited the Acropolis Museum, where housed many old statues and other carvings from the area.

Climbing to the Acropolis

Climbing to the Acropolis

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Athens from the top

Athens from the top

Sunday evening, we held a special service at First Evangelical that was half Greek, half English. My campus minster spoke and one of the missionaries translated. We also sang some songs in English and some in Greek, and some of our students led worship during the English songs. Afterwards, we were served an amazing meal once again. This time, some of the college-aged church members ate with us. This is when I met Iris, my ‘Greek Sister.’ Iris would become my closest Greek friend, and my biggest encouragement on the trip. Iris is a remarkable person from every aspect. However, the most amazing thing I noticed about her was how strong she is in her faith, although she doesn’t have many Christian friends and is surrounded by Atheists and  Anarchists. She is extremely wise and still encourages me, although we are oceans apart.

I’m sure everybody reading this is beginning to doubt we even went on a mission trip. While we had fun throughout week, Monday we began serving in various ways. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday we split up into four groups. Each group went to a different college. Unlike America, college campuses in Greece are separated by concentration. Essentially, there are no core classes, and the students have to take a test to get into their college of choice. My smaller group went to the law school, where students studied law, politics, economics, etc. Within each group, we split up into pairs to approach students and conduct surveys. The survey was given to us by the church, and asked questions about the student’s views on religion, the Greek Orthodox church, and God. The surveys were to be used as a conversation starters so we might get to know the students and build relationships. We were encouraged to invite students to a casual party that would be held at the church in Exarcheia Friday night. Luckily, most of the students are fluent in English, so we didn’t really need to worry about a language barrier.

View from within the law school

View from within the law school

Our group was forewarned that the law students would probably be the most difficult to reach. Many of them are political extremists, and most had turned away from the church and depended on logic for their beliefs. The first day was the hard for us. I think we were all shocked by the campus alone. Police are not allowed to step onto college campuses because of recent unrest, so almost every surface is covered in graffiti and political posters. Students run tables with posters about political events or views. To top it all off, the school had so many administrative issues earlier in the year that it had to postpone the beginning of the school year and many staff members were fired. The students took over what used to be a cafe, and had covered the walls with news articles, pictures and more graffiti. The appearance was fairly chaotic, but the students went to class and hung out, just like Americans. I was partnered with my friend Caleb, and we had a rough first day. We practically had to corner the few people we talked to, and none of them were interested in continuing the conversation at the end of the survey. It was awkward, and nobody we spoke to had any interest in religion. Most of the pairs in our group struggled the first day as well. We all had to remember that our goal wasn’t to save the souls of the students, but to show God’s love and to build relationships that would be encouraging to them. We met back at First Evangelical, grabbed gyros, and split up again. Most of us went to the church plant in Exarcheia, which is where I worked for much of the week. We were assigned jobs, and I worked with few others to clean out the basement. Before I go any further, I’ll clarify that this church used to be a house. It has a kitchen, an upstairs, a bedroom, a basement, and an open roof common area. The previous owners basically just threw all of their stuff in the basement, so we took all of the items upstairs, sorted through it, cleaned the basement, and reorganized everything. I should also clarify that the basement was very tiny, and the amount of things that came out and went back in was shocking. In the meantime, other people cleaned and did maintenance work.

Inside of the Church in Exarcheia

Inside of the Church in Exarcheia

Before the second day began, I had to really come to terms with the fact that I was not going to save all of the law students. I was forced to remember that I was there for God to work through me, not for me to look good. Pride is so hard to set aside. I prayed that God would use me and that He give me wisdom as I interacted with the students. God is good and hears prayers, and the next morning at the law school was much better. We spoke the entire time with a group of first year girls who wanted to know everything about America. We even talked a little about church. One girl said she was religious, and went to church on holidays and prayed regularly. The others were not very interested, but confided that they believed in a higher power. I was able to share a little bit of what I believe, which was encouraging to me although it wasn’t a life changing moment for them. The only way these students would could ever understand that faith isn’t confined to the doctrine of the Greek Orthodox church through is Jesus, not me.

That afternoon, one of the missionaries took us to eat at a “very authentic Greek restaurant” where I had an amazing eggplant, marinara and cheese dish. Once again, we ate very well. I then spent the rest of the day working in the church in Exarcheia.

After visiting the law school on Wednesday, I volunteered to go to Glyfada to do a few surveys for a church plant. Glyfada is one of the richest areas around Athens, and it was very different from Exarcheia. Novelty stores lined the clean streets where people walked around in very nice clothes. The purpose of conducting street surveys was mostly to provide information for the church plant. We gathered a lot of opinions about what the natives wanted to change about Glyfada and I was shocked at some of the answers. People suggested a motorcycle lane to help traffic, more reading clubs and better sidewalks. I couldn’t help but think about the poverty and unrest that filled the city just a few miles away. Throughout the afternoon, something the Glyfada missionary told us on the metro stuck with me. When asked about starting a church in this area, he responded, “rich people need Jesus too.” Such a simple and truthful concept, and yet I forget this all too often. However, I will never forget seeing those words lived out in Glyfada.

Glyfada

Glyfada

After giving surveys for a while, we were able to stop by the beach in time for the sunset, as Glyfada is located on the shore of the Aegean sea. The water was beautiful and clear, and there were a lot of rocks around the beach. Once again, I was struck by the absolute beauty of creation. After the sunset, we took the metro back to Exarcheia for a meal.

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Thursday was the day we went to Corinth, and we were all very excited to visit where Paul lived hundreds of years ago. Our tour guide, Bola, was a member of First Evangelical, and also one of the most knowledgeable people about Paul that I have ever met. She taught us a lot about ancient Greece on our road trip, which was about an hour and half bus ride. We stopped to explore the Gulf of Corinth, and the drove to a huge, gorgeous field of yellow flowers. In the field, we visited a large inscription with the name of Erastus who was treasurer of Corinth around 51 AD. Erastus is mentioned by Paul in Romans 16:23, 2 Timothy 4:20 and Acts 19:22. It was phenomenal to see physical proof a person from biblical times.

Erastus' Inscription

Erastus’ Inscription

IMG_2071 We climbed up a hill and walked through the Archaeological Museum of Ancient Corinth, where we saw statues, pottery, and mosaics. Everything within the museum was amazingly intricate and beautiful. We then begin to walk through the ruins. We explored the town square, and were able to climb the bema, or judgement seat, in the middle of the square where Paul was tried for opposing the law with his beliefs (Acts 18). IMG_2077 After lunch, we drove up a huge hill to explore the Temple of Aphrodite, aka the Acrocorinth. We explored the ruins of the castle structure, and we had an amazing view of Corinth and the gulf. Once again, we marveled at the effort it must have taken to build such an amazing structure on such a high place. We also marveled at the beauty and vastness of God’s creation from such a new view point. The blue water, the green grass and the yellow flowers all combined to make a beautiful scene. It felt like we were standing on the top of Greece.

Corinth from the top

Corinth from the top

IMG_2108 IMG_2161 IMG_2136 IMG_2165 On Friday, some students went back to the schools to survey, but I volunteered to go to Exarcheia to help prepare for the party that the church would host that night. In the afternoon, we all went to Mars Hill to clean up trash from the rock. Mars Hill is a famous landmark where Paul spoke to the people in Acts 17, and once again we were excited to stand where Paul stood. In addition to being a tourist attraction, the hill is also a hang out spot at night for locals. Consequently, cigarette butts and broken glass from bottles were everywhere, and there was still a a good bit of trash even after an hour of cleaning. After we finished, one of the missionaries read Acts 17 to us, which was awesome to experience. Listening to the words reminded me that God is at work in Greece, just as he has been for thousands of years.

Acts 17 on Mars Hill

Acts 17 on Mars Hill

That night, we were all a little nervous that nobody would come to the party, as many of us struggled to build relationships throughout the week. We were all trusting that God had a great plan, regardless of how many people showed. However, we were very thankful when small crowd of college students began coming through the door.

Outside of the church doors in Exarcheia

Outside of the church doors in Exarcheia

I’m not exaggerating when I say I had more fun that night than I ever have during a party. It was a big, loud multicultural gathering. We attempted to learn a couple of traditional Greek dances. I and a few friends decided to teach some of our new friends some popular American dances. None of us really got the moves to the new dances, but just learning and having fun with the students was phenomenal. The night was a little sad as well. All of the UGA students knew we were going to have to leave the next morning, but I was most sad about leaving Iris. We said our goodbyes on the sidewalk in Exarcheia, and I have to believe we will meet again some day. Our leaders had to practically drag us from the party sometime after midnight. We left our hotel around 5:30 the next morning to catch our flight. We were all very sad and tired, but being able to see the sunrise over Athens was a beautiful sight to behold.

Greece from above

Greece from above

I absolutely would love to return to Greece as soon as possible. If you are reading this and supported me with prayers or money, I can never thank you enough for helping me throughout this incredible opportunity. I was immensely encouraged on this trip because I was reminded yet again that God is always at work doing big things, even when I can’t see it. Please continue to pray for the churches and people in Greece, as there is much distress and unrest. Pray that God will continue to use those churches and missionaries to reach the hundreds of broken people around them.

MICHAEL GUNGOR On The Problem With The Christian Music Industry

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There is a lot of truth in the wise words of Michael Gungor. I’m not a huge fan of a lot of today’s Christian music, and this piece expresses what I couldn’t put into words.

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SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT !!!!

READ MICHAEL GUNGOR’S FOLLOW UP BLOG TO HIS POST ‘THE PROBLEM WITH THE CHRISTIAN MUSIC INDUSTRY !!!

 

Date: Monday, December 9, 2013

Hey Everyone,

As promised earlier, after the incredible buzz around his blog post below in the past week (there have been more than 360,000 views of this blog post in the past 7 days) Michael Gungor expressed to me a desire to write a follow-up blog post to this original post he wrote almost 2 years ago.

I am excited to announce that Michael emailed me his follow-up blog post that he just finished two days ago, and you can read it immediately, by clicking on the link below.

Michael Gungor: A Follow-Up To My Blog Post On The Problem With The Christian Music Industry

 

Regards,

Hervict

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The 7-Day Restoration.

God, Relating Publicly

For the last few months, I’ve been a part of  a very cool project. Bugs4Christ, a nonprofit ministry I work with at home,  decided to restore a junk car in a week. Before they began working on the rusty 1972 VW Super Beetle in February, they felt that they were to auction off the car to benefit a local children’s home. So selfless. So cool. I’m close with a few of the guys who work with this organization, and was asked to write a press release for the project so the community could get involved.

An actual press release. For an actual nonprofit. And an actual campaign that glorifies God.

Naturally,  I said yes.

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The Before. Note: I didn’t take this!

I wrote the release and bio, organized media, and sent everything out. That’s all I can take credit for. It’s a God thing that people actually started to publish it. Websites, radio, print. The project even got its own TV spot when a reporter filmed an on-location story.

In the shop.

In the shop.

The restoration was finished in March. This summer, the Super Beetle went on auction. The car was also entered into Y U Buggin, a big VW car show in Atlanta. Out of all the vehicles there, the bug won Best of Show, the top award. A few weeks later, the car was sold to the highest bidder with all proceeds going to the Children’s Home.

The After. I DID take this

The After. I DID take this!

Last week, the project came to a close with the presentation of the Beetle to its new owner. The auction winner arrived at the Bugs shop, gave a check to representatives from the Children’s Home, and drove the bug to its new home in Atlanta. The give away was beautiful and joyous, though I think everybody involved in the project was a little sad to see the car go after such an incredible few months with it.  However, now thousands of dollars are going to help children in need, all because a few guys decided to restore a junk car.

I needed this opportunity so badly, even though I didn’t know it. I’ve always struggled with trusting God 100%, and this project has reminded me that if He’s called people to do something, it’ll happen, and it will be spectacular.

The (very happy) new owners

The (very happy) new owners

I’ve been given a gift. Something amazing to put on my resume, a real, published project for my portfolio, and experience that will help me throughout my career. I’m also helping an awesome group spread God’s love through giving. If that’s not job satisfaction, I don’t know what is.

(NOTE: please check out the Bugs4Christ Facebook page to see more pictures of this project, as well as other awesome projects these guys are working on) 

– K

The Camp Grace Experience.

God, Relating Publicly

The past six weeks have been crazy. They flew by so quickly, but I have memories of long days full of hours of taking pictures and updating websites, social networks, drives, etc. I have to say, these memories are also of the best summer job I’ve ever had.

Camp has impacted my life in more ways than I will ever know. This was my first paid PR job, and I must say, I LOVED it. I feel like my job was God’s way of confirming that I chose the right career to pursue. I loved spreading the word about camp. I loved seeing the numbers rise on our Facebook page. I loved starting the camp blog and updating it for hundreds to read each week.  I loved taking pictures and choosing which ones to use for publicity. Most of all, I loved seeing many kids’ lives being changed because of camp, and knowing that I’m helping people on the outside realize that lives are being changed is a beautiful feeling.

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I will never forget the kid’s smiling faces when they reached the top of the rock wall, or passed the swim test, or rode a horse without help. I will never forget camp wide cheers, my coworker’s hilarious  skits, or huge group games. I will never, EVER forget my first Thursday night CrossTalk in the amphitheater with the sun setting over the lake. That night was the first night I watched through tear-filled eyes as fifty campers opened their hearts to God for the first time. That alone made the exhausting work week worth every second.

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Now camp is over, but I still get the opportunity to live on campus and do marketing work for a little while longer. Summer camp may be over for 2013, but that means its time to raise support for 2014. I’ll be working with camp as long as they need me, and I cannot wait to see how camp will continue to grow in the next year!

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  – K

As of Friday at 4:00 PM, I’ve been in existence for two decades. I still feel about four years younger, so I guess it’s the mindset that counts.

To be honest, the last week of work was rough. I had a stomach bug, both of my chacos broke, I had a massive headache, we lost all power for eight hours at camp, and I had the most embarrassing moment of my life. However, I am deciding to view the beginning of my third decade as a fresh start. July is going to be more laid back for me (hopefully) and I get to travel and get ready to move into my new house.

Although work has been pretty taxing lately, I still see that God is good and He is at work. I can see lives being changed because of camp, and if that’s not motivation, I don’t know what is. The next step of my job is to reach out to donors and potential supporters through publications, and I’m looking forward to this new PR side of my position.

On another note, my family got a new PUPPY! Her name is Nala and she is a baby yellow lab. I am madly in love.

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Also, one very excellent part of my birthday was my beautiful, scrumptious, perfect, delicious, fabulous CAKE.

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This masterpiece (was) a gift from my best friend from camp and my sweet bosses. It was a red velvet cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory, one of my all time favorite restaurants on the planet. I can honestly say that this sucker was the best birthday cake I’ve ever tasted. And I’ve had a lot of cake.

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I want to upload some more pictures for this post, but honestly, I’m just too pooped at the moment. My flickr page is updated though!

– K

God, Just Life and Stuff, Relating Publicly