Brock, Day 3 and back to Waterloo...

57 hours, 3 cities, 336.8 kilometres complete this summer camp. Day 3 started with waking up at 4am and a walk around the Brock campus (which is pretty small). Went to sleep a bit (with vivid dreams, no less), breakfast at McD's again, another hard-hitting sermon and after some strange things and lunch, we were done for the camp. Peter followed me all the way on the drive back, which showed pretty good self control...heh.

Came home, really tired, and went to sleep. Amidst the nice relaxing sleep I was having, my mom called and dropped a bomb...apparently she wants to come here to live for three months, and she's not kidding. That just ruined any sense of serenity that had built up over the last three days...man. I'm still calm and trying not to think about it too much...I still have supervisor meeting to deal with tomorrow, which I still haven't done anything yet...yikes. God keeps life interesting, isn't it? Just when I thought I could spend some time to think about things, He hits me with all these things...sigh...

I'm grateful to God for...

• the challenging sermons at the summer camp, asking me to go deeper with Him and follow Him;
• building of friendships among the brothers at the camp;
• His protection in our activities and travels;
• providing a free dryer in the laundry room amidst the busy laundry evening; and
• not being a soft God, a God to whom I cannot bargain with.