Kira=Baby Brown Bear.

Its a funny thought, the world is such a big place, and we are such small people. What meaning can we find in life? What purpose can we seek? It is almost comforting that nothing we do really makes a difference to the world as a whole. It is only once we see each individual as a valuable child of God that our life makes any sense. We have meaning because God loves us. Saying a nice word, or helping someone carry their groceries makes very little sense in the scheme of the world as a whole. If we could only see the big picture, we would have to be constantly fighting, and stepping on other people in order to get ahead. But the love of God frees us from that need. We are able to see each individual as important. We don't need to get ahead, because the purpose in our life isn't to stand out as an exceptional human, but to stand up as a child of God. To live a life that looks different than what the world expects.

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.