Maybe only my mom will ever read this

I know and believe deeply that we will never be perfect. Even further, I know that personally, I, Liz DeMoss, will never have all the answers to life. Or even half of ’em.

-the saints we see are all made of gold-

Working in camping is super rewarding, and growing up in camping has made me hyper-aware of some of the things going on behind the scenes. The camper-counselor relationship is the most fascinating aspect of camp to me, and is basically one of the industry’s biggest draws: good role models for your kids that actually want to hang out with your kids. Something like that.

As I grew up I realized that it’s a bad decision to put a person on a pedestal, and then as I became a counselor I felt that even more. People are not perfect, and I can’t expect them to be. And honestly I have my fingers crossed that people don’t expect that of me.

I think that kids need to know that we aren’t perfect. Because we’re not. And we’re not being truthful or giving them a realistic goal if they come away from a week of camp thinking that we have it all together and, more specific to my experiences, my relationship with God is always alive and growing, I’m emotionally “all-there,” my relationships are healthy, I’m perfectly happy with where I am in life… you know, all of those things that at one time or another are not true about my life.

As a professional, I know that there are things that I can’t talk about with my girls. As a human, I don’t want to lie about who I am. I guess I struggle with the dichotomy of the awesome perfect Christian counselor, and the truth of who I really am.