I would love to go back to camp for a week. I've been loving my old photos, and thinking about how crucial those summers were to my spiritual development. They were healing, relaxing, fun, challenging, and character forming.
I had this enlightenment today after reflecting on the prayer meeting I had on Wednesday with Chris' partner's wife. We'll be meeting once a week to pray for each other and the church. It is a lovely time, and I'm so thankful for the friendship and fellowship, but it made me realize how interrupted my life is. I was thinking today about what I had shared with her, and just how insufficient an hour is for real sharing. Life is complicated, and there are many layers and compounded experiences. Guinness was with us and playing pretty well, but I still had to get up and help him with some things. Moms, when was the last time you had an uninterrupted conversation? It's been ages, right??? And today I connected it to the opposite experience of being a camper/counsellor. Cabin devos with lots of sharing time. Emotional campfires. Staff meetings daily. Tuck prayer. Praying with your junior counsellor. I guess this is a a selfish thing, but I think it would be nice to have a week of being invested in, cared and catered over, food prepared, all work and chores done with friends, and being 'forced' to pray, read the Bible, and memorize scripture everyday.
Just a thought.