Camp

By lindsay

God really exists. He is the reason for this story. See, he knew my life at 
camp would be excellent, if I had the right cabin mates. In the summer of 2001, 
all of my cabin mates were agreeable, all but one that is. She was, and still 
is my friend. Now, we are closer than ever because of God, but during camp, 
life in the cabin was not fun. We always got into arguments, but they were over 
silly stuff, like where the clothes go and who sings better. There was this one 
argument that became big. When I was out of the cabin, and she just finished 
showering, she borrowed my blow dryer without asking. Our counselor was in the 
room and so were a few other cabin mates. I then came in and saw her using it. 
That made me so mad. Later that night, I asked her, very politely, why she 
didn't ask me to use my blow dryer. 
 
She said, "I knew you would say yes." 
 
It was true, but I was still angry. I said that it didn't matter what I would or wouldn't say. 

I said, "What matters is that you weren't courteous enough to ask me." By now 
the resentment was showing in my voice. 
 
"You weren't here or I would've asked you," she said. 
 
"But why didn't you ask for anyone else's?" I demanded. 
 
"No one else has one!" she exclaimed loud enough for the whole cabin to hear. 
 
"I do!" our counselor respectfully put in, "You could've asked me." 
 
My cabin mate ignored her and said, "Anyway, it's not that important." 
 
I let her have the last word. I figured that was what she wanted, plus I was 
tired and wanted to go to bed. About two days later, we got into another big 
argument. She had clothes hidden in all of the places she could, except in her 
trunk. I was fed up and politely asked her to clean up her area. 
 
She said, "Why should I?" 
 
"Well," I said, "First of all, you can see the clothes that you so skillfully 
tried to hide. And second, you'll get points taken off of our next inspection, 
and we won't get our treat." 
 
I thought that the last argument would work because inspection was important. 
If our cabin got another ten, we would get ice cream. She then decided that 
anything that I asked her to do was wrong. She made it very clear to me that 
she wasn't going to straighten her space. I was about to say something very 
rude, when our counselor asked her to please pick up her things. She had to 
listen because the counselor is authority. I left her alone, but I was still 
red with anger. 
 
This went on for about four out of the five and a half weeks that we were at 
camp. I say four weeks because the last Sunday of camp totally changed us. The 
Sunday sermon was about friendship. It was all a blur of emotions, so I don't 
remember too much. But I do remember that in the middle of the sermon, we 
looked into each other's eyes and started crying. We both knew God was telling 
us something. He was saying to put our petty differences behind us, and work on 
our friendship. We were bawling and kept asking for forgiveness for being so 
picky and stubborn. I told her how furious I was at her. She laughed and said 
she was equally infuriated. 
 
Later that day, I thanked the lady for giving such a meaningful sermon, and 
told her the whole story. 
 
She responded, "That wasn't me talking, it was God talking through me. So thank 
him." 
 
I started crying again, but these were tears of joy because I knew then that 
there is a God and he loves me. 

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