Memories of Summer Camp

This week is Children's Camp

for our church.

Last week was Family Camp.

Feelings of nostalgia

overwhelm me.

I have treasured memories 

of growing up at

church camp.

Daddy was the night watchman and

we had the luxury of 

attending every camp,

Can I really call it a luxury

when we bathed in this...

or took cold showers in the shower house, 

fearing snakes and roaches and spiders??

There was morning chapel after breakfast, 

chapel before lunch,

and chapel after dinner.

I got saved 

every year at camp:)

I hated the old pews then.

I'd love to have one now:(

We owned our own cabin.

Mama always brought her rejects 

from home

to stock the cabin kitchen.

(I never called them rejects.)

It was a treat to drink 

iced-cold sweet tea 

from a tin glass,

and eat tomato sandwiches 

with lots of mayo, salt and pepper.

The Snack Shack was open 3 times a day.

Daddy gave us 25 cents to buy a snow cone

or a TAB cola.

Spanish moss hung on every tree.

It was at this place

that I held hands with a boy for the first time,

got my first kiss

in spite of the no PDA rule, 

learned how to short sheet a bed, 

learned to swim, 

learned how to get clean 

in a cooooold shower

in less than 5 minutes.

But more than this, 

I learned to follow Jesus.

It was in June, 1973

that I accepted Jesus.

It was in July, 1976

that I gave Him my all.

It was in September, 1987

that I answered His call.

I haven't been in years,

but

today those memories 

are etched in my mind

and the commitments 

are deep in my heart.

Georgia gnats, mosquito bites, 

red bugs, bee strings, 

sunburn, 

I had them all 

and I wouldn't trade my experiences for a thing.  

Thanks for the Memories,

Bonnie:)