Yes. I am leaving. To go somewhere. Somewhere for a month. "Camp". Yup. I get to go to camp!!!!!! This camp does not have a telephone. This camp does not have cell phone service. This camp is remote. It is on a lake (hence the name, "Pilot Lake Christian Camp").
I will be working in .......... the kitchen! Anna will be there, too. She will be counseling, helping out with lifeguarding, and in the kitchen.
I will miss my family. I will miss my friends. But I will be learning of my Saviour, the One who is my Brother and my Friend.
I will also be learning how to communicate with the ones I love via the mail, not the phone or face to face. Should be interesting.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not take them bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;//Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,//
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.//I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made the difference.
"These little moments ... matter, for they are where we live every day."
- Paul David Tripp