I survived Girls Camp as an adult leader. I was called to be a level leader many months ago, so I knew this week was coming. I must say that being an old lady at camp brings quite a different perspective to it all.
I walk away from Girls Camp with many important things in my back pocket. True beauty is measured by one's heart and not the size of your jeans or ability to do your hair. Running at 8,000ft is hard. Forgetting yourself and serving others is the best way to find happiness. Singing songs is not my idea of fun.