Camp came after a two-day retreat that ended with me arriving home at eleven pm because I had to pass by Taft right after coming from an underdeveloped island and a two-day turn-over and year-end party.
Camp made me feel more aware of what I was doing. I was already aware, but my friends there and the pastors made me realize what I was doing. I admit that what actually happened during the entire four days was a battle between myself and I for the truth that I'll accept. It ended with me being changed by camp. Forever. I met friends and discovered a few stuff.
The most important thing I got there was the fuel to change. We were asked to write stuff we would want to sacrifice on a sheet of paper. I told my friends I wasn't ready to give something up. Fortunately, Charity was there to tell me to take it slow. So I did. At least that way, I am in a battle I can fight and win.
This post should just remind me of the decisions I made in camp. Hopefully, one day, I look at it and say that I succeeded and that I deserve the good things in life because I have already become the man I decided to be.
