Summer has come and gone but I haven't finished the story yet. I realize I stopped blogging just as it was getting good and I apologize, thats kind of how summer blogging works I guess. Just as stuff is finishing off I get too busy to write, and then I go on holidays and get even busier! So here it is.. the final chapter...
COMMUNITY NIGHT

Every summer we end camp with a big hurrah,
our annual community night. And this year was no different in the big hurrah department, however it was completely different in everything that matters. The evening started out as usual with a big outdoor carnival. Lots of people showed up from the community and from other camps across the city. We were so blessed this year in our weekly food donations, I think there were BBQ style foods every week that we were able to save up so that we didnt really have to buy much of anything! One week there would be tons of bottles of apple juice (our favourite!), the next there would be huge trays of hamburgers, and those new flat burger buns, and we even had potato salad donated! It was a weekly reminder of God's promise to provide all we need!!
What really mattered though, was what came next. We brought everyone inside and the kids went on stage and showed their community what they had learned. Not the leaders, the kids. They sang, danced, led worship, and even preached, and in everything GOD WAS PRAISED! Some of the older boys wrote their own skit about learning to listen to God and "not Satan" which ended with one of the shiest boys at camp praying over his friend that he would follow God and do good, and he didn't even use a microphone. The audience watched and listened, and the kids showed them how God had transformed so many of them this summer. It was a summer of harvest, kids who have been at camp their whole lives, tough kids, self proclaimed "bad kids", we're transformed by God's love this summer! And sitting in the audience that night, I've never been more in awe of HIS work!
LAST DAY OF CAMP
This summer's weather provided a new challenge for me. Most summers I watch the thermometer like a hawk. If it goes too high we stay inside, which means no park, no water-fights (which confuses the children, but being outside when its that hot (wet or not) is just not healthy)

This year the heat was not the issue, it was RAIN! It rained so much that we had to go to a plan B twice for our Friday trips! So on our last day of camp, when we were on our way to Toronto Island for a BBQ and park day and the sun was shining we were so happy!! The kids rode the ferry across the lake and it was actually pretty hot out. We ate and played outside, it was really fun. All the camps were there, kids, youth, even moms and grandmas came along! Then there was a giant team scavenger hunt. So we supervisors did what we usually do, sent the kids off to play and started picking up garbage! YAY! When the kids had been gone for most of an hour I heard something... it was a sound I personally REALLY don't like, actually it makes me want to cry sometimes... THUNDER. It was in the distance but it seemed to be getting louder. There still didn't seem to be any rain clouds but we came up with a plan incase they blew on in. The kids were due back in a few minutes so we watched and waited. Then the sky opened up. Rain poured out of that sunny sky and the thunder continued to get louder.
So here I am, terrified of thunderstorms, standing in a huge park, which is an island, with lots of huge trees everywhere, and ... no kids... great. Kids did start running in and we had a shelter big enough to hold everyone (squish-ily), but then they all wanted to run all over the park finding their bags, so I put on my serious face and said.... NO! What a way to end summer camp, hundreds of people scrunched into a shelter while streetleaders try to entertain and workgroup leaders give out ... candy (yay!... um ya no not for contained children). But... the kids were AMAZING, they just chilled and waited and kept each other entertained, they didn't fight, or run away, or cry (like I wanted to). The rain turned into drizzle and we gathered everyone up, said our goodbyes and started heading back to the ferry. The sun came back out as we climbed onto the bus and headed for home. When we got back to the church, the kids clamored to get a leader's camp shirt (hilarious because each of these shirts have been worn at least twice a week for 6 weeks by us smelly leaders - gross) but its tradition, so we put on regular clothes for the first time it seems all summer, and pass on the shirts to hopefully the next generation of leaders. At the end of the day, I sat with my leaders.... and we smiled... BEST SUMMER EVER!