Years ago when I was a youngster, I attended a 4-H camp. It was AMAZING! I remember singing around the campfire, listing to our camp counselor and playing lots and lots of volleyball. When our sons were young they were able to go to church youth camp several times. I remember being happy for them; I was also a bit wishing I could be a youth and go to camp.
As an adult, I knew there was our denominational church camp. Hubby and I often went nightly and heard some great preaching. I heard people share memories of camp and thought…how did I miss all that? What are they talking about? Well, this year I was able to go to Family Camp. Who knew that the evening services we attended were only a small part of the camping experience?
Our theme was THRIVE. In a nutshell, during the daytime hours we talked, had Bible Studies that were so enriching, shared wonderful meals, formed friendships, enjoyed family activities, ate some more, and had some incredible coffee before the evening service. WOW! I enjoyed getting to know some older people from the state north of us and hearing the life stories they had to share. Some of the younger adults had so much enthusiasm to share. And watching the children was an experience all its own. They played and learned and rode their bikes from breakfast until lights out. And like me long ago, they played lots and lots of ball…but it was GaGa Ball. And yes, some of my grandchildren were there. What they learned about Jesus and the songs they shared with us were so precious. Spiritually, the whole experience was so needed and so uplifting.
I went a bit early to help get things ready only to find so many people had volunteered so many hours to clean the campgrounds, make repairs, set up the tabernacle and more. Helping to prepare the grounds definitely helped me see and appreciate all the effort that goes into something like this. During camp, I was scheduled to teach 7 different craft classes so I tried to get everything ready for that too.
In between the work, there was so much fun! A local company that rents golf carts delivered 10 to the camp. Some were rented to campers, some were set aside for the speakers, the nurse, or other staff that would need to get from place to place quickly. Never having driven a golf cart before, I was thrilled to be given a tour of the camp. Then- oh what fun- I was allowed to drive. Oh yeah! Hubby wasn’t around which was good, since he tends to be a bit overprotective. Needless to say, I had a blast. And in case anyone wants to know what to give me for my birthday, I would like my electric golf cart to be a cool shade of lime green with purple trim with 4 seats and please remember a great sounding horn. (hint hint) And by the way, when hubby got to camp and was able to drive one, he had the same grin on his face that I did.
Craft time went well, although the flip flops flopped a bit. We managed. But the great thing is that we had so much fun. Maybe a later blog can focus on the specific crafts, but suffice it to say, we shared plenty of laughs along with the paint. And speaking of paint I seemed to accumulate a splotch of each color and I wasn’t even painting! I still haven’t figured that one out.
One of the big things I heard people talking about was camp feet. Yes, by the end of the day, those wearing flip flops had accumulated several layers of ummm, well- dirt. It was a badge of honor that showed others just how active a person been that day and how much fun they were having. Some even posted pictures of their feet that clearly showed the strap lines of their flip flops. Since I was wearing purple Crocs, it took a bit longer for me to get my camp feet on. (of course we washed our feet, but it was hot and dry at camp this year and dirt does cling you know.)
Camp is over now. Laundry is clean again. All those supplies that I took to camp for crafts are back at home. I would like to say they have been put away, but that wouldn’t be true so I won’t even go there. And finally, after many days I am able to sit once again at my computer and share some thoughts on this blog. In fact I think I will kick off my Crocs and read a few other blogs while I am sitting here.
Wait a minute!!! I think I can see just a shadow…maybe just a memory…of camp feet!