It’s amazing how quickly things change. One minute, I am fully engaged in the morning’s worship service; the next I am transported to a weekend in January that becomes the catalyst for one of the biggest, unexpected prunings of my life; the next I am sitting in a meeting preparing to chaperone youth camp.
Camp. I love camp. In fact, for the longest time, I held the secret desire to buy the land on which the camp that I love most in this world resides. I’d have had to have won the lottery or found someone independently wealthy to give the money in order to do this. But I wanted to donate a large sum of money to the organization that runs the camp and possibly have a needed building built and named after my family—not out of arrogance—but out of the true, deep love that I have for camp and the power that it has to impact lives.
I’m not going to that camp tomorrow. I was actually asked not to go to that camp this summer. But, I’m going to another camp. I was asked if I wanted to go to that one. I’ve never been. I’m not sure what to expect. But I’m excited for the opportunity. And I’m honored to have been asked to do something I love instead of being forced to walk away.
It’s amazing how quickly things change. One day, I am fully engaged in hopes and dreams for land and a future; the next the voice on the other end of the line questions call, work, and actions; the next I am sitting in my home-office surrounded by memories of a life now past, hoping for just $75 per month to give to my church and other ministries that love me just as I am.
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