This is kind of random and not totally related to the paragraph before this, so excuse me. Yesterday I was reading a webpage for people who wanted to adopt their own brown bear (ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies). The lady writing the webpage was talking about how when she first got her bear it was really hard to bottle feed the baby, it kept biting and scratching her. The bear didn't know any better, it didn't know that it was hurting her, but she kept persisting and though the bear still can be moody, it is, for the most part, a tamed bear, relying on its human companion for food, and shelter. It isn't a wild bear, it isn't fending for itself. So with the completely smooth and unobvious segway I want to say that I AM THE BEAR. I claw and bite God but he keeps persisting, and now, I rely on him, though I can still be grumpy or moody, in the end, I'm God's bear. I'm not a wild bear.
Speakers at camps I went to when I was a kid always would say that "the camp high isn't meant to last forever." That feeling we would get at camp would fade and thats ok. But as I'm growing up I want to challenge that. The camp high doesn't have to fade. I am a child of God and I am EXCITED about it. Despite living in the "real world" (as the outside world is so often refereed to at camps) God is no less real, and loves me no less. So I'm challenging myself to seek the "camp high" this week in the knowledge that God give me meaning, God gives me nourishment, and God gives me satisfaction. There is nothing I need apart from him.