And so begins my summer journey; a new adventure to embark on...

Today marks the official first day of the summer. I had a lot of time in the morning to just roam around camp and dwell in the presence and glory of Christ. Upon entering the dining hall at the end of my roam, I was overcome with the urge to just stop and pray for all the meals that would be served to all those children, teenagers, and adults that would occupy the space over the next three months. I prayed for God to be glorified in all aspects of the next three months-- but in particular the work I will be doing. From cooking, to interning, to  the Bible study for Junior 1. 

As I was walked into the kitchen this morning, I definitely realized I have got my work cut out for me. hahaha. I am ready, I am excited, and I am humbled that God would choose me to serve in the ways I will be serving. 

This week begins with cooking for the Army Band Camp... and let me tell you... IT'S GOING TO BE WONDERFUL!!! haha.. I feel like such a lady. They are so polite and friendly, and always speak to you with such great respect. I'm excited to serve them as they practice so that they may serve others.

Before I leave you; (as I am exhausted and have to be up rather early for breakfast)

I'd like to share a verse of a hymn... a verse that I believe might just become one of my prayers for the work I am preparing to do...

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

With much love in Christ,

Kristina 'Miss Pickles' Vlasic