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"You chose to leave your 2 children for these 80 kids?" someone asked.
Yes I did, I silently thought, still unsure about whether I made the right decision.
I spent Christmas week helping out at this year's Junior Camp and for me, it was a search for peace. It had been at least 8 years since I've been to Junior Camp, and even then I was only the leader of 15 campers. The weight of having my work judged bore heavily on me, made worse by parents who popped by the campsite unannounced and a growing paranoia of comments that "this Junior Camp isn't the same as last time's".
To be perfectly honest (and I know some of you campers are reading this), I felt like throwing in the towel somewhere around day 2. It was only by God's grace that criticism in the backchannels became constructive comments as the camp personnel grew more comfortable with each other and with me. There's probably a bazillion things I could have done better, but I'm just trying to learn what God is trying to teach me: how to balance taking care of my family and serving the church as a family.

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