The place I choose to observe was a middle school church camp. I have served at camps for about 5 years and each summer, they become the highlight of my year. I have found them as great areas for reflection over the year and good place to see where I need to grow. My church "puts on  three camps a summer and two each winter. They have and will always hold a special in my heart. Since 2003 I have attended and served at about 22 camps and those weeks hold some of my cherished memories from my life. Through experience I have found that isolation can be some of the most renewing and refreshing times. It's what I love about the woods, I am by no means a "mountain girl  and I could never trade my life to live a cabin. But I appreciate the solace nature holds. I appreciate moments of un silent-silence. Following breakfast each morning began like that in almost total-isolation. The woods, my Bible, and coffee, and everything seems quiet. But as my mind relaxes my ears become more a tune to the wind how the leaves wrestle, my eyes see every little movement of the ground. In just a few shorts minutes I notice all the life that is so easily forgotten. Conversely just a short while later, the serene atmosphere becomes overwhelming. As if my mind can't process everything happening in this world. This complete process is a short one, as a leader I only get these 20 minutes of quiet before the craziness that is a day at camp. Directly from the quiet of the woods, I am launched into a short worship time and morning small groups. This week I am a leader of 5, eighth grade girls most of whom have been to church before, one who hasn't. Unlike many small group leaders I detest pre-written questions. I much rather set a conversation and listen to the discussion that unfolds. Over the years I have noticed there are basic types of students. One is always trying to get the group off topic, another is quiet and shy but always has something smart to say, there is the