Camp Celebrate...

It's a evolutionary process for me to go to camp and then return home, the land of normalcy-well that's a unique term in itself. Each time I think I've "got my self together" I am brought back to a place of humility and at the feet of grace. Asking questions that many of my "able body" friends and "dis able body" friends ask...we just appear different. But our hearts yearn for joy, peace and a gentleness of quiet all mixed up in this world of busy-ness and instant gratification of technology, etc. A place we seemingly can't slow down or even walk softly. The race continues, with our without us, therefore we jump right back on to the dizziness of a playground called life.

I am grateful this morning for the sacrificial giving of so many...we who have "dis able body" families often barely come up for air, yet life goes on. We rarely slow down to "cry" because we might not stop yet there are so many who plan a year for a treasure of a week...camp celebrate for families.

Thank you for the thoughtful intent of those who give the siblings a "night of their own"...dinner and putt-putt w/o the worry of caring for their sibling. A time to laugh or cry and it be a safe place to express their emotions. As parents, we often make little room for these guys because our plates, physically and emotionally are full and dripping from the edges. We sometimes forget 'they' have emotional tanks that are maxed and feel the same highs/lows we feel, just from a different lens. Maybe a more endearing one that from the parental lens.

For each child celebrated, mom celebrated with prayer shawls and jewels to wear...reminding us that we are trees, strong as oak, and God himself uses us, the ones who cannot face anymore heartache...yet Isaiah says we are his and he will rebuild with us. For the dads who "got away" to a quiet place at the river and fry fish...men of all abilities for they, too, are planted, deep rooted as trees of Oak.

This is just the beginning but my heart is overflowing...today not envious that a vacation doesn't sit on the cusp of my summer, that planning for the future is in someone's hands that gives sight to the blind and binds up the brokenhearted. For this is Love, the good news for ALL of us.