There was a final moment when every boy camper and every male counselor filed into the kitchen, all 200 of them. They were cheering, "Keitha, Keitha, Keitha, Keitha... you are the best." Over and over. Over and Over. Over and Over. So loudly the walls felt as if they were shaking.
And then silence fell as they began to pray over me.
I stood crying, it was so totally unexpected.
And then my assistant Halie walked through the crowd with tears streaming down her face and stood inches before me. With the roar of their male voices booming the chant she said to me, "this is how you will be remembered here."
The months flashed before me. The thorns and blossoms of it all.
The Lord truly sustained me.