It’s been an emotional weekend. Two days ago I finished my last day at my lab job. I know people aren’t supposed to like work — but I’ve always known that I’m weird. I enjoyed it. Not to say that it didn’t have it’s frustrating points, all jobs do, but it was worth it.
Today was my last day as Camp Director of Camp Seale Harris. I have been at CSH for over half of my life…as camper, as counselor-in-training, counselor, adventure director, and, finally, for the past three and a half years, as camp director. The camp, no matter its location, has been my home for 15 or 16 years.
I’ve come to realize that, because of diabetes, I have avoided being that just-under-30something-yearold nerd who plays D&D on the computer in his parents’ basement. I’ve grown into a (semi-)responsible person who has traveled across the country and world, and learned along the way, because of a disease that so many people treat as “the end of the world.”
Diabetes is a part of me. I have, through the grace of God, taken it and made it something that encourages my growth in life rather than hinder it. Because of it and His grace, I am able to provide an environment where my wife and soon-to-be-son will, along with myself, grow spiritually as well as professionally.
So I’ve ended an era in my life. It is scary, but taking the next step…beginning the next era…is one of the most exciting things I have ever done. And I won’t be alone. With God, Sarah, and Josiah, great things are just around the corner.