Last week our church had vacation bible school. Every night we learned about Daniel, sang and ate snacks, and all week I considered going to church camp the following week. I went for the first time as an adult two years ago. I didn’t enjoy it at all. Part of the reason was that I took the baby and three other active kids that wanted to go and do all day while the baby needed to nap. As you can imagine, I went back and forth about whether or not to go. I had all kinds of excuses and even one kid who did not want to go at all.
But, my second oldest daughter really wanted to go and when my son heard about it he wanted to go to. It’s hard to say no to your kids when they want to do something good for them. And, it was a different camp ground. And the baby was three. Surely I could handle it.
Just in case, I drove myself.
I loved the camp grounds. They were so nice, they had this great road that circled the play area with the girls’ cabins on one side and the boys’ on the other. Almost every night the other sponsors and I ran the road. I loved it. I wanted to take the road home with me. It sort of got me excited again about running and reminded me that I had come a long way.
They had all kinds of fun things to do. My son had to stay in the boy’s camp. He’s seven and I worried that he would be scared about sleeping without his family. But he did great, up until the last night. He got a little tearful and ready to come home.
I didn’t actually see the sun rise, but I did manage to get up early every day and for the most part, be cheerful about it. My secret was the Ibuprofen pm that helped me fall asleep quickly every night. I wore my hat almost every day to keep from having to fix my hair.
They are building a new worship area, but I loved the old open air tabernacle. They have fans and there was a breeze and I never got too hot. The preaching was so good and the special music touched my heart.
Even the food was surprisingly edible. There are only a couple of things I would like to see improved: some hoooks for hanging up clothes and stuff (I hated having my stuff on the floor all the time) and some shelves for the same reason. And I guess there’s not much that can be done about a camp bathroom shared between two dorms. That’s probably the worst part.
We all had a great time. Believe it or not I’m planning to go back next year and my husband wants to go too.
I always thought there were people who either loved church camp or hated it. Turns out I was going to the wrong camp all along.
Have you ever been to church camp?