Funding and God's Riches

Well it's official. In the last couple of days, one of our neighboring school districts cut 91 positions, another 30. With all of the budget cuts put out there by the governor, schools are really suffering. This has a direct impact on camp, since we depend on school groups throughout the year for ropes courses and outdoor education programs. Not to mention how this will impact our kids. If classrooms end up with 50 kids each next year, the kids will have less attention, more time will be spent keeping order, and the youth will suffer. Where do we go from here, Lord? You are our glorious, amazing, Abba Father, and we look to you for our next steps. How do we bring the income we need and most importantly, how should we deal with our youth to equip them for these changes life brings?

The Icemaker Cometh!

Well as you know we've been praying for an icemaker. Our old one finally had to be laid to rest. There was no more patching it. We've prayed for an icemaker for several years, and each year were able to nurse the old one a little longer. Tina Thomson, our auxiliary president's wife, found one on craigslist and for a Very good deal (thank you Tony), we brought it home to our cafeteria where it has filled the bin and is running smoothly. Isn't it something how God doesn't provide until the very moment we need something. How many times has that happened? Too many for us to count. Please remember to Praise him when you think of it, for this latest gift!

Who we are

Living as Camp Directors, Parents, Mentors, Mentorees (is that a word? lol) Encouragers of believers and non-believers alike, we are humbled to be living under the grace of God in a fallen world, struggling every day to be more like Him. This page is a place to put our thoughts, and give you a glimpse of what camp life is all about.

Snow

(from Thursday, February 25, 2010)
Well this is it. My first day of blogging. And with it, another snow day. How fitting. With the big flakes floating down and the silence, it reminds me of another snow... the day we tore down the office after the fire. There were plenty sounds that day, with the tractor and the scarred wood being broken down. But it was the snow that made it so memorable. The clean blanket of white, covering the smells and sights that had been part of our daily surroundings for such a long time. Putrid smells of burnt wood, plastic and chemicals that hovered over the camp.
I wonder if we are smelly when we come to God. If his senses are bombarded by our filthiness the way the fire overtook our senses. I wanted to dance around in the snow as it covered everything until it was beautiful. And I'm sure that is no comparison to how heaven's hearts sing when one of us comes clean. It's snowing again... Big flakes that make me remember, and smile.