In one month, I have seen. I have seen busses unload campers onto campus for some of the most impacting days of their childhood. I have seen campers leave their comfort zones and become vulnerable. I have seen families and couples open their homes for me. I have seen the view from the top of Mount Coolum. I have seen many what-are-the-odds dares. I have seen carnival rides and a magic show in Toowoomba. I have seen the overlook, downtown, bridges, and banks of Brisbane. I have seen the ocean waves and long camping beaches.
In one month, I have smelt. I have smelt many cups of coffee. I have smelt the beautiful flowers from the carnival of flowers, and the fairy floss and other assorted carnival foods. I’ve smelt funky lagoon water while helping with raft building. I’ve smelt salty air and sunscreen. I’ve smelt exhaust from vehicles while biking to work.
In one month, I have tasted. I have tasted Vegemite, and then tasted it a few more times. I have tasted kangaroo burgers. I have tasted the grocery list of a girl who is living off of a stipend. I have tasted camp lunches. I have tasted beetroot, beef pies, lemmingtons, caramello koalas, and lollies. I have tasted Anzac biscuits. I have tasted fish and chips. I have tasted Red Rooster. I have tasted Tim Tams and all the glory that comes with. I have tasted Milo. I have tasted iced vovos, cheezels, and Cadbury chocolate. I’ve tasted a Bunnies snag. I’ve tasted expired minced.
In one month, I have heard. I have heard children laughing. I have heard so many riddles. I have heard program trainings. I have heard representatives talk about their camps and the interwoven passions within them. I have heard devotions and love for Christ. I have heard personal stories. I have heard history, policies, politics, and opinions. I have heard twisting, clicking, and squeeze checks on carabiners. I have heard briefings and debriefings. I have heard carabiners gliding down metal wires. I have heard encouragement from my teammates.
In one month, I have felt. I have felt homesick. I have felt like an outsider. I have felt the passion my teammates have for the work they do. I have felt grief while waving goodbye to campers. I have felt the weight lifting from a child’s shoulders as they conquer a fear. I have felt nervous before speaking in front of large groups of campers. I have felt my legs burning when walking up the huge hills on campus and climbing the mountains. I have felt barriers slowly coming down. I have felt my true self becoming comfortable. I have felt the genuine interest to get to know me. I have felt my filter becoming less picky. I have felt connections being made, relationships building. I have felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. I have felt loved.