I sat in a room of faces I had never seen before, of people I was going to be living and serving with for the next month. I was back at Frontier Ranch in Colorado, where the previous year I was a camper. This year I was assigned to be a server in the dining hall, so I got to interact with campers on a daily basis. The first three days were strange - they were filled with small talk and confusion as we learned about our fellow Work Crew and the ins-and-outs of our jobs. Being a server consisted not only being the one to bring out meals three times a day, but also turning over the dining hall and getting it set for the next meal. I can honestly say that I had never worked to hard in my life, but nothing has been as rewarding as that experience.
During my third week, there was a boy at one of my tables who did not look like he wanted to be there. Arms crossed against his chest, a look of exasperation on his face, rarely talking with the others at his table. Throughout the week I saw a transformation in him. He began smiling more often, laughing even, and I watched as he participated in great conversation with his friends. The last day, he thanked me for everything I had done. It was rewarding to see that I may have been part of His story, even though I was just the girl who brought him more and more food (let me just say, high school boys can eat a lot).
I saw God everyday I was there - in the mountains, in conversation with lifelong friends, through the actions of other kids on Work Crew, Summer Staff, and our bosses. I had never been around so many kids as selfless and loving as those I met at Frontier Ranch. We had come from places all over the country, but we were all there for the same reason, we had all been transformed by Jesus. I walked away with strong friendships and experiences I will never forget.
-Avery (FHS, class of 2015)