The Christian Homekeeper™

…. in more ways than one.

This week was unique for me, it was the first time I had worked with a lot of people I haven’t known for very long. I usually work with our pastor and others from our church. This week was different because all camp directors do their own thing. so the schedule was similar but the activities and the way they went about things was different. It was good though.

The obvious way that we all expect Christian Church Camp to be fruitful is in the changed lives of the children who attend. There where children who made professions of faith, and that is truly a work of God, a wonderful thing.
Then there were the growing pains that God allowed some of the staff to go through. Only He knows what those pains were from but I could see some of it happening. People being stretched and pulled, molded and taught God’s ways.

This was actually the last week of camp for the whole year. The camp managers were a little tired (to say the least) and I think they were looking forward to the end. 6 weeks is a long time to have children every week with no breaks in between except to get ready for the next week!

My week, personally, was pleasant. I met some great kids and had two proposals of marriage from two little boys. LOL! I swam once. The other times I just laid on the pool deck and slept. Maybe that’s why I had such a good time, I was rested!

The weather was GREAT! Very nice. And the insects were at a minimum. There was that ‘brown lizard on my bath-towel’ incident, but other than that, not much.

There was a child there this week named Elizabeth who was mentally challenged. My friend Aimee keeps reminding me to be PC and say challenged instead of retarded, which btw simply means slowed down. Anyway, mentally challenged children flock to me, I don’t know why, they always have and I love it. I don’t say a word and they have radar or something and find me.

So Elizabeth finds me and latches on to me for the week. She’s a sweet girl and everytime I would say something to her she would reply with either, “Really?” or “Oh.” Sometimes she would say “Why?”

So one day she said, “I miss my Daddy.” To which I replied, “Really?”
And she went on to say, “Yes, but I don’t miss my momma.”
“Why not?” Her eyes got big and she said, “Because she yells at me and (eyes wider) she spanks me. I wish you were my momma.”
Lots of thoughts here folks. So I looked at her earnestly and said, “God made your momma and gave you to her. If I were your momma, I might spank you too, if you were disobedient.”
Quiet. Then, “Oh.”

So, we were best friends all the rest of the week, regardless of my assurance that other mommas might spank their children, too.

For room mates this week I had a really sweet lady named Christy and her youngest son, Cooper. Sweetest little boy since I had a three year old boy. Lydia loved him and he loved her. They played in the room at night and slept side by side on their little matresses on the floor.

This week will be a restful one, I hope. Actually, 2 weeks of rest would be great. Then its off to Jamaica for a week of VBS and gospel sharing.

Tags: camp, Children