Tomorrow we leave for church camp.
Did you notice there was not an exclamation point at the end of that sentence?
I don't like camp. I don't like the smell of the room. I don't like having to share showers and toilets with strangers, or people outside of my family. I don't like being hot and sticky. I don't like having to get up early in the morning. I don't like being away from the tv.
I haven't liked camp since I first went to Siloam when I was 8. It was hot, people were hyperventilating right and left, and I missed my parents soooo bad, and even Abby (but she was still a baby, not yet bugging me). And I really haven't liked it since then.
Stephen loves camp as much as I dislike camp. He thinks its a job perk (poor guy).
So, I'm off to camp. I get to stay in a semi-air-conditioned cabin that sleeps 3, but there will be 5 in it. Three of them will be mine, but one of the children in my cabin is not my own, and from what I hear a little rowdy. PRAY!!!
I do like one thing about camp. The worship. I love watching children worship. Seeing their faces when they understand that God loves THEM is something I don't want to miss. So I won't. I'll go, and I'll enjoy it.
Stephen will make me.
Pray for us, we'll need it.