The 73 Hour Ministry

Ahhh...I'm home.

Thank you to those of you who prayed for me. My time at Junior Camp with my eight girls was really wonderful. All of them were delightful young women and the biggest disciplinary issues I had to deal with were catching them eating candy in the cabin and whispering when they should have been either listening or going to sleep. They're all still up there in the mountains. (I had planned all along to come home one night early. My friend, Katrina, replaced me so I could spend a little time with Jeff before he left for a men's retreat this weekend.) I'm very thankful to announce that I slept quite well all three nights.

I slathered those 10, 11, and 12 year olds with tons of sunblock. No one was getting burnt on my watch. It got to where they'd freeze in place and stick out their cute little noses when they saw me coming with what they called "the Glue Stick" in my hand.

I knew they had accepted me into their tribe when we were playing "Telephone" and one of the sentences that went around the circle was "Aimee has big toes." Alas, 'tis true...At least they didn't say anything about my nose since that's harder to hide.

I pray that they understood the Biblical teaching. The main reasons for the camp were to help them know God and scripture better. It's a fearful thing to teach the Bible. You're basically speaking on God's behalf and that's about as serious of a part as one can play. Prayerfully the goals were accomplished.

I'll miss those girls. I'm glad I get to bring my favorite one home.

I won't post any pictures of the little darlings. Their parents' permission would be needed to post photos of children on a blog that has an audience as vast as this one has. (I'm very suspicious of one of the four of you.)