HUGE

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I was skeptical of my summer job. Disappointed with myself and my failure to jump the highest. Now I look back on the past 10 weeks... Although I was not the best program director and maybe I didn't finish the race first. Every mile marker left a huge dent. Every mistake was polished. Every week is clearly defined. There is something that stands out. Today I got a huge package from a family camper with probably 25 books. What a guy! There are so many awesome families! Why have I not seen them before? Man, God, you are just full of great gifts! I thought this summer would be a huge mistake, but it's been a huge turning point instead.

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  1. EMILY STARAugust 26, 2010 at 12:51 AM

    Oh man!! You are smart Tina, smart to look at it this way and to recognize it for what it actually WAS! "every week is clearly defined...." mmmm yeah. its all a process.... love you so much! hope to see you sunday. Im going to rosario this weekend...so maybe it might be monday morning?

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  2. janetAugust 26, 2010 at 11:59 AM

    I am glad to hear it was such a HUGE success. We grow the most from the hard, and wonderful struggles. I KNOW you blessed alot of people. I keep saying, "camp is for the staff not the campers." hee hee

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  3. timiAugust 26, 2010 at 1:33 PM

    Well said...

    Whose car is behind you?! ;o)

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  4. TaraBAugust 28, 2010 at 5:04 PM

    Tina! Again, I am so proud of you.

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