POLAND 2014!!!!

HEY GUYS. 
It's August now. *tears* 
AND I'm finally home from Poland. *more tears*
I will soon start my senior year of high school, but that is a different blog post.

This post is all about POLSKA!! (that's Poland for you uncultured swine out there) 

Just like every year, I went to Poland to visit family and for the 2 1/2 year I went to church camp there. (the first year I went I was too scared of people so I only went to camp for two days)

Poland church camp is not like America church camp.

This is box wars. I love box wars.

They make you do weird things to get your stuff back.

• they speak Polish
• there's a lot more potatoes 
• bikinis are allowed (please don't faint)
• speedos are allowed too
• they don't stone girls for talking to boys and vise versa
• the kids are like 16-25 years old
• it lasts a whole week
• and they put people in cardboard boxes and make them walk across a slip n slide.

Last year we had a team of 5 teenagers and 1 adult, this year we had a team of 2 teenagers and 2 adults (plus my dad). To be blunt, I was not excited. Camp was going to smaller this year and I just really was not looking forward to it at all. 
I didn't want to fly half way across the world to listen to people talk in different language, eat double my weight in potatoes every day, and break out in zits. (Poland makes me break out every year. Christians make sacrifices) 

I'd spent a good 3 or 4 months prior to the trip praying that I enjoy it, but I was still reluctant to go. I would be missing over two weeks of dance and a music festival. 

Guess what happened. 
Guess. Just guess.


I liked it. 

The first night I sat in the back huddled in a circle with the few Americans there with our translator almost half asleep due to the fact I woke up at 4 a.m., and the camp director said "You will not regret coming here this week." I kind of scoffed and rolled my eyes. Like, who is he to tell me to have fun??? 
The next morning, same spot, slightly less dead, he said the same thing. Okay, Okay, Leszek, I get it, I'll have fun. 

Why would he say that? I've been to camp 1 1/2 times prior to that, and I've never heard him speak like that. (Not to say that he's never said it....just that I never listened to him saying it)
(This was when my little brain was like...hmmm...maybe God is listening) 

On the second to last night of camp I was in my room with my fellow American roommate Sophia talking about how much I disliked the sermons. I didn't like the sermons because they were hard to translate, that by the time the poor stressed translator got the first sentence out, the speaker was already on another topic. Sophia agreed with me. It's tough. (BTW shout out to our translators. You rock) 

Guess what happened that night.
Guess. Just guess.

I liked it. 

I liked the sermon. The first thing that happened was the camp director's son, Łukasz, standing up on stage telling his testimony. Łukasz and I are similar in the way we think. We both plan out what we want, and we want God to it our way, and now. Like, my eyeballs fell out of my head when this came out of his mouth. 

Moral of this blog post is God hears you. 
"The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance." 
2 Peter 3:9

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11

My otha roommate, Kasia. Yes it got slightly confusing. 

Remek stole my phone and took 390 photos on it. Thank you Remek.

THE AMERICANOS (minus Angela who took the pic)

This is Łukasz. And on Oscar night. I was Amanda Seyfried, obviously.

Me and some of the Kasias. *smirk face*

God bless,

Kasia!!