As far as the kids in my cabin goes, it was as if I had gone through the list of kids and picked out the kids that I wanted. This didn’t happen, it just worked out that way. We had a broad age range. Even though it was supposed to be the younger kids cabin, we had anything from 4th graders to 8th graders. We had no troublemakers. And surprisingly no homesickness, even though there were some relatively young new campers.
The big thing in our cabin was hearing the talks about Revelation during our nightly cabin devos. I’m afraid we opened a can of worms, especially with the younger kids. Torture and destruction during the end times? No wonder they had trouble sleeping after that one.
I visited the Centerville Pamida at least 3 times throughout the week. Monday, Wednesday (twice), and Thursday (twice). It was to drop off pictures and get some other supplies for camp (oven gloves, clothes pins…). The store was never crowded. However I did have some problems with the pictures. I dropped the rolls with the cabin pictures on Monday, yet they didn’t get sent off until Wednesday. Argh! Barely got them back in time to give out to the kids Thursday night before they left.
Pamida seems to be such a small town operation. This one was built away from the road off to the side behind a house. You might miss it if you are are too busy looking for the McDonald’s across the street.
I think I have gotten back my faith. Before camp I was kinda cynical toward church in general. Now I realize that no matter what others may think of me, God still loves me. There’s no stopping that.
There’s a sign as you go out of camp which reads “Building Boys is Easier Than Mending Men.” How true that is.