A Weepy Hot Mess

Well Tom and I arrived at Windy Gap on Friday for our month long assignment here. So far it's been great. Great people, great food, beautiful surroundings, and perfect weather. So yesterday, the first group of campers arrived and apparantly I decided that weeping was the appropriate response. If you've ever been to Young Life camp before, then you know that when you arrive, this huge group of people (the work crew) is waiting for you, jumping up down, screaming and cheering. Yesterday was the first time that I had witnessed this without actually being on the bus, and my eyes just filled with tears. I don't know what it was...I think I was just so excited for these kids that were arriving, knowing what lies ahead of them this week. So that was cryfest #1. The next blubbering moment came at club last night. We were singing Your Love is Deep, and I was sitting in the back running the powerpoint. Most of the room was sitting down, but in front of me were about 6 campers with special needs...all standing up, arms stretched far apart (doing the motions for the song), and singing with all their hearts. It was such an amazing sight, and I couldn't help but well up with tears AGAIN. Then the speaker showed a video of some olympic event where the runner pulled his hamstring half way through and his dad came down from the stands and helped his son hobble his way across the finish line. The runner was painfully sobbing in his father's arms....and there I went again. WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH ME?! I'm gonna chock it up to PMS this time, but if this continues I'm gonna need to get checked out.