Well slap me and call me Francis, I got a new look. Karen over at Simply Amusing Designs hooked me up and I love it. Trey was falling asleep every time he looked at my blog so he thought it was high-time for a change.
Head on over and check her out but know she can transform the heck out of a blog but cannot make your thighs thinner or rid you of gray hair. I've already asked.
On another note, we're back from Pine Cove Outback and oh, mercy, mercy me what a week it was. I did not grow up going to camp and knew not the finer points of summer camp. This was evidenced by the fact that I packed hairspray. Trey was a lifelong summer camper so, aside from toiletries, I took his advice when it came to packing everything else. I forgot he was a boy. He told me I would only need one towel the whole time and the kids could just take sleeping bags. Without sheets or anything.
It was so comfortable for the kids that three out of the six nights, I had two children in bed with me under my down blanket and clean sheet.
It was a twin bed and getting up in the morning has never been more interesting.
Being with all the Mercy Street kids was amazing and so challenging all at the same time. I watched child after child conquer fears and inhibitions on the zip line, power pole, and iceberg. To see the looks on their faces was absolutely priceless and the victories they felt succeeding at something they never thought they would have the opportunity to try was incredible.
They bonded with precious counselors who told us over and over they had looked forward to this week all summer.
We also dealt with discipline issues that were incredibly humbling. The anger stored up in the hearts of some of these kids manifests itself in ways that are unpredictable and illogical. One minute a child would be having the time of their lives and the next they were calling their counselors or us every name in the book and not the good one. We were all brought to our knees before the foot of the Cross daily in search of patience and wisdom beyond our years. I do know hearts were changed whether the Lord fully captured them this week or simply planted seeds that we now have the opportunity to water all year long. It was a time to get out of the "noise" of the city and come face to face in so many ways with what and who we are building our identity upon.
Our prayer now is to finish the race set before us and to take even more kids again next year to experience the love and mercy of Christ falling over them like a sweet spring rain.