.purple patella and tofu

I just got back from an amazing week of counselling at camp Kara (silly baptists, trix are for kids...) where God and I straightened some things out and I convinced 10 sixteen year olds that I, Tofu, was uttely nuts. Seriously, though, my alter ego Tofu is nuts. She woke her campers up in the mornings by singing little offkey tunes to them (example: "Carol, don't you flail at me, I love you unconditionally, you chose not to sleep last night, now rise and shine and do not fight, rise and shine and please don't flail at me.").
I also spoon fed them their desserts and did interpretive dances for them when I was happy. Which was...the whole week. You get the idea. But I was pleased to see God working...hard core style, like he usually does. The speakers included the beloved likes of Dave Blondel and Christian Harvey. The devotions took place late at night by me ignoring the devo book and discussing the sermons with the girls. We broke out the bible and read it, too. It's a good one. More stories about this amazing week later...now it is a shower and some sleep.