Clara’s reflection

In all honesty, the thought of going for Easter Camp for a third year running wasn’t as easy as I thought it would when I first started out in COSDU. I imagine my fellow COSDUans (or at least the ones who still don’t know) would be dismayed if I were to say that my decision of attending this year’s camp was made out of obligatory notions – and moral support for the 2008 Camp Committee (you just can’t abandon your friends, especially the ones in COSDU).

But you know, I remember speaking to Him and saying, “is this what You were trying to tell me for all those weeks I was struggling and whinging about going to camp?” when we reached the third and final day of camp. I never thought that my innate sense of responsibility and perseverence (not the best choice of word but my vocabulary bank is down for now) would bear THIS kind of fruit. I guess He knew those qualities would come useful someday.

It’s something I haven’t tasted for a long while. In fact it’s been something I’ve been struggling with for months on end because of my increasing busy schedules as my years in the university advances. He gave me that good old taste of friendship. Such a simple thing, yet so complex when you become so self-contained with the distractions of studies and building up your career. And He rejuvenated music in COSDU and I was given the chance to witness it – because He pushed me to go through with camp. I haven’t found such joy in making mistakes when strumming the wrong chords – ever (don’t necessarily want to continue the blunders but you get my point).

So, to sum up my long-windedness, there’s always something to take away from Easter Camp if You’d call out to Him and say “I want to get something beautiful out of this thing (camp)!” For me? I just badly needed rejuvenation within myself and a good step back form the city. And He answered.

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