We just got home from church camp. It happens every year. About the first of July, when we start having to spend more and more time trying to get the campground ready, we start wondering, is it really worth all of the effort? Once camp finally starts, we're glad the main preparation work is over, and we feel a small sense of relief. Many of our dear friends join us, and we enjoy fellowship and inspiration for several days. Then, we get about half-way through, we've done more dishes than we can count, swept more floors than we do the rest of the year combined, cleaned more outhouses than most people do in a lifetime, done countless other odds and ends, and the tired body starts asking again, is it really worth it? Every year, after it's all said and done, we are so overwhelming thankful for camp meeting, we hardly remember any other feeling.
That's my story for today. It's good to be home, but look at me, I'm online wanting to reconnect with some of the same friends I just lived with for a week, as well as others I haven't been able to check in on for over a week.
Any thoughts or stories to share about camp meetings?