Before I left the camp earlier this afternoon, I went and took this picture of my hiding place. Oh, I had others throughout the week. Places I would go just to get away, to read, to meditate, to listen to sermons on my iPod, and to nap. One was down a trail a good 7 minute hike away from the camp in a small clearing in the forest.
Another was underneath a tree with sprawling branches. The long grass provided a comfortable bed as I lounged there and napped.
Sigh. Could I ever be content anywhere else?
Gasp! What was I thinking?! Wasn't I listening to what I had taught the kids.
Had I made an idol out of green grass, lush trees, mountains, and lakes?
Would I question God's goodness if he moved me to a dry and barren land?
For a moment ... yes!
Oh, horrid wretch that I am!
Back to the picture ... one day the counsellors all hid and the campers had to find them. This was my spot. I brought my iPod with me in case I got bored ... good thing, too ... I was in my "coffin" for 30 minutes until the "Pink Ladies" found me.
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Hiding counselors and seeking campers... sounds like good fun to me!
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