I'm pretty sure I've told you of the healing powers of Siloam Springs Camp. But let me tell you again in case you missed it.
Many years ago, when Stephen and I were dating. We were counselors at our youth church camp. Abby was a high school student, it was a fun week with many memories. One memory is about warts the other memory is that Stephen wouldn't hold my hand or kiss me the whole entire week because Siloam has a no PDA rule. And he has always loved a rule.
The wart memory is the best one though.
Abby had these warts on her hands. I don't know how long they had been there or why. They weren't large or ugly or anything. Just a problem for her. I mean, who wants warts on your hand.
Well, one morning we woke up and she said "Julie, my warts are gone!" I thought that was an outlandish statement. How does that happen! We looked on the floor, on the sheets, we shook out her blanket, we did everything looking for them. We never found them. They were gone. Forever.
We always gave credit to the healing springs of Siloam Springs Baptist Assembly! I guess we should have given the credit to God. He, being the One that heals and all. But look, I was just a camp counselor, not the holy, righteous pastors wife that I am today.
Did you just spew coke out your nose at that statement? You should have!
Well apparently, Abby has given her wart susceptibility to one of my children. David has a wart, large and ugly, on the bottom of his foot. We have an appointment with the podiatrist Monday afternoon to get it frozen off. NASTY!!!
We haven't ever had warts in this house. Hopefully this will be the last one, or I may have to buy a cabin at Siloam to take my children at the first sight of a wart.