For so long, I’ve forgotten where God does His best work. Before this retreat, I was going through a lot of things that God was trying to work on, but I wouldn’t let him. My friend died last November, and it was something I blamed myself a lot for. It wasn’t until I was able to forgive myself that God could heal me of this burden that I’ve been carrying with me. This healing didn’t take place during the amazing, big, and loud adoration that took place. It took place during the quiet of preparing my heart for Mass on Sunday morning.
My first year at camp was in seventh grade, and I didn’t know many people. The few that I did know were in a different cabin and small group, so I tried to get to know new people. I also went to confession for the first time since my first communion, and learned what Adoration was when I went for the first time. I learned how to pray, I actually began to understand the faith, and I met some of my best friends. The most important part; I loved every minute of it.