A Little Bit of This

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It can get a bit lonely here at camp. I know that sounds odd. There are obviously thousands of people here. I just long to have deep and meaningful conversations. I do give counsel and I do visit with people, but y'all, its crazy busy. People are running from one thing to the next. People are pouring their hearts out to serve and love and give. I have only been here a few days and I already have trouble remembering what day it is. It is a solid rush of activity. One thing I do to help me feel stable and connected is to go through a Bible study.

I downloaded Beth Moore's new study on to my iPad. Have y'all seen it? As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to get it. It's called Children of the Day. It covers 1st and 2nd Thessalonians. Ive only gone through two days and I am already understanding the draw. In the intro Beth is speaking about the time when Paul and Barnabas sever their relationship and how Silas comes alongside Paul. She asks if there has ever been wounding in your life. I think about that quite a bit. I want to come alongside the hurting and broken. I am sure you will hear much about it. I hope to blog about my adventures each day to help keep some sanity here. Today is Saturday. I looked at the calendar. 

We took the girls to a splash pad with some lovely friends today. There was a magnificent rainbow cloud that took my breath away. Denbigh said it reminded him of the verse after Jesus is baptized that says the Holy Spirit descended on Him like a dove. It looks like a wild bird. 

I'm posting videos and pictures of our hi jinks here at camp on Instagram. Follow along.

My girls are under there. They were cold.






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