I slowly came out of my dreamy state sometime during the night, to a familiar yet different sound than I had not heard all summer...rain. Half awake I took a few deep breaths, savoring the fresh cool breeze and the smell of wet trees and fell back to sleep.
The next morning was equally as beautiful as I got up and went outside to see that the whole camp damp from the night before. It looked refreshed after enduring so many days of the long hot summer that had not seen rain for months. The birds were singing a song of gratefulness and even the trees seemed to stand a little taller after drinking in the much needed nutrients.
It was Saturday morning and the busyness from the week was put on hold as we enjoyed a lovely homemade breakfast made by one of the full time staff, Kearstin, who had opened up her home to us summer staff. We all enjoyed one another's company and savored the time we had together as we all knew, but didn't want to admit, that our time together would soon come to an end.
Later that evening we were invited to go to a dance performance of one of the cook's daughters. Alicia, the beautiful cook who we normally saw in work clothes, met us at a park that evening. When she came walking up to us she looked radiant, but her beauty was not only on the outside, it radiated from the inside, like that of a mother who was so proud of her daughter. Not an arrogant kind of proud, but that of sweetness and humbleness. We strolled through the park, like little chicks following our mama hen, and across the street until we ended up at a church which had once been a movie theater. Before we even got inside, I could hear the music and I knew it was going to be a spectacular night.
We watched 30 or more dancers who had been in an intensive training for the week, perform with all their hearts. Being a dancer in the past, I know there are different ways that you can dance. You can perform practiced moves with a "performance" smile or you can dance from your soul. And that night I watched so many dancers dance this way, unfazed by the crowd and wrapped up in the music and movements.
Thinking about this day, I am reminded once again that I serve such a creative God. I can appreciate life through so many different lenses. Though these lenses I can discover more of God. I become more aware of his greatness and incomprehensible majesty. As I soak in the present moment and take time so see His beauty, worries and fear fade and his peace fills my mind as he whispers words of love to my soul.