YoungLives Camp

I left for the week worried that I wouldn't have cell phone service or that I'd miss my friends and family too much, but little did I know I would come away from it having learned a lesson about God's love for us. Each worker was assigned one child that they could be praying for and to look after for the week. I was given Spencer, who will be 6 months old in a few days. My first night of caring for him I was absolutely frustrated. He wouldn't stop crying for the whole four hours I was with him, and woke up many of the other babies causing an uproar. I left that night frustrated and discouraged- wanting to go home. But the next time I saw him all was better. He was a happy, adorable baby who could light up a room with his big brown eyes and his little smile. I enjoyed every single moment I got to spend with him. The last night of Child care, Spencer was having trouble falling asleep so I put him in his stroller and set off for a walk throughout the dark, quiet camp. Once he was asleep, I took him out of his stroller, sat down at the back of the Child Care building and let him sleep in my arms. As I looked down at his sweet little face I couldn't hold back the tears. All of a sudden I was overwhelmed with a love for him that I still can't really explain. That little sweet baby didn't have anything to offer me, He'd even spit up on me a couple of times and produced some disgusting diapers. Yet I sat there, listening to the crickets chirp in the background, feeling so much love for that baby boy. Thats kind of how I view God's love for us. We can't give him anything at all- he can provide everything he needs for himself, but yet he loves us. Like Spencer spit up on me, we throw our sin at God and he patiently cleans it up and keeps on loving us.
I'm so glad I attented Camp this past week. I learned a valuable lesson about how much God loves me, and met little Spencer and his sweet Mom Renee.