Camping Club (Kind of)

Not only was our Moms in Prayer group and book club born during the in between period of Ernie's accident, but a camping trip idea was expressed and then executed this weekend.

It was a celebration of sorts--two school families and Grandma and Grandpa coming together to celebrate a sport we enjoy.  It was a busy weekend for some with baseball games or soccer tournaments, but still we went--seeking relaxation and total freedom to enjoy His country, the beauty that is available at a nearby lake.

There were a lot more kids than mine are used to: ten in total (not counting nightly visitors).  We prayed together, we talked together, the kids played and a pretty good time was had by all.

J and A played so well together, carving out their own eating area and trying to keep up with the big kids.  It warmed my heart to see her having so much fun.  Even a bee sting didn't slow her down, nor did it dampen her spirits.  A little bubble bath and Miss Shelly's boo boo bag fixed everything.

There was bike riding, chalk art, bubbles, walks, duck feeding, and game playing.  There was never a time where there was nothing to do unless you weren't looking hard enough.  The beauty of the RV camping is that you have many of the comforts of home.  The downfall of RV camping is that you have many of the comforts of home: I would love a trip where we are completely unplugged.  No tv or technology, not even at night. Didn't happen this trip as the tv entertained into the darkened evening, after smores and a full day of running around.

There were moments (few and far between) where I could relax for a bit and just take in the scenery.  I could see the enjoyment on my kid's faces.  I could cheer from the sidelines as they played their games and I was even able to get up early and take a little walk with Lene--we breathed in the cool morning air, talking and noticing the little things that God gifted us by being out there camping in the middle of nature.  Those are the moments I will remember.  And I will be gentler on myself with the work that is involved in camping.  If I focus too much on that, I am blinded by the good that comes out of being together in community with other local families, sharing our faith, telling our stories and connecting in real life.  The very thing I have felt was missing was right there in front of my eyes--tangible and tasty, like a feast for a hungry heart, I devoured it.

Camping, such an adventure.  Every. Time.  If you don't take the time to look, you will miss the beauty of the moment.  Lord, please help me to see You in all that I do, all you have gifted me with,  and all who I surround myself with. Amen.