Every morning that summer it was just me, my Bible, and a snake. I had flown 750 miles across the country to work at a summer camp. While it was a remarkable place, I couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness. On the outside, I was the typical camp counselor — hair smelling of chlorine, legs glistening in the 105-degree heat, wearing a smile from sunup to sundown. But the truth was, I had never wanted so badly to go home.And yet, when I felt emptiest, God blessed me through a piece of paper someone gave me shortly before I arrived: a list of 100 verses of scripture to memorize.Every dawn I would wake up before the campers, care-fully avoid the armadillo as I hopped off the porch, and find the same spot at the edge of the lake. I would unfold the list, welcome the snake who had moseyed to the rock opposite me, and open my Bible. Never have I had a more peaceful, life-lifting time with God.Often since then those verses have popped into my mind — relieving me from anxiety, holding me back from temptation, guiding me toward a solution, reminding me to pray. Recalling those hours with God has been a constant reminder of the peace only God can provide.