Today my youngest, 12, went to camp. I caught a glimpse of his little head in a window at the back of the bus as it drove out of the church parking lot. Wow. I'm a blessed mom. Keaton was sitting next to Q. Yes, Q is off to camp as well, one of the good byproducts of Peter's meeting with Q's mom last week.
Scrupulous concern for the camp, our own son, and the other campers took Peter and Q to Walmart this morning to buy everything he needed--clothes, bathing suit, socks, shoes, underwear, sleeping bag, snacks. From home, we contributed some toiletry items, a well-baked duffle bag, and some disposable towels. Q was beaming with excitement when I saw him before he got on the bus. God is so kind!
I have had some polar reflections today about Q and the bed bugs. One, of course, is the fear that somehow we weren't fastidious enough in preparing Q. Just one bed bug could wreak havoc in a camp, in homes across the South, in our own home--again. The other thought is complete and utter gratefulness. To be part of God's family, His kingdom, His plan is such an undeserved and unfathomable joy. Why worry about bed bugs, really?
We studied Colossians 4:2 in church yesterday: "Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful in it and thankful." How timely for me! 1) Devote myself to prayer--no explanation needed, 2) be watchful--I need to be on my guard against fear, 3) be thankful--God has been and is working, and His promises are unshakable! My fear will cause me to turn away from the security of prayer to the despair and futility of my own tactics. Watchfulness and gratefulness are the antidotes.
So today as I swing from one deep thought to another, I am confident and thankful that Q and Keaton and I are still in my Shepherd's hands, and nothing can tear us from them. John 10:27-28, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand."
Scrupulous concern for the camp, our own son, and the other campers took Peter and Q to Walmart this morning to buy everything he needed--clothes, bathing suit, socks, shoes, underwear, sleeping bag, snacks. From home, we contributed some toiletry items, a well-baked duffle bag, and some disposable towels. Q was beaming with excitement when I saw him before he got on the bus. God is so kind!
I have had some polar reflections today about Q and the bed bugs. One, of course, is the fear that somehow we weren't fastidious enough in preparing Q. Just one bed bug could wreak havoc in a camp, in homes across the South, in our own home--again. The other thought is complete and utter gratefulness. To be part of God's family, His kingdom, His plan is such an undeserved and unfathomable joy. Why worry about bed bugs, really?
We studied Colossians 4:2 in church yesterday: "Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful in it and thankful." How timely for me! 1) Devote myself to prayer--no explanation needed, 2) be watchful--I need to be on my guard against fear, 3) be thankful--God has been and is working, and His promises are unshakable! My fear will cause me to turn away from the security of prayer to the despair and futility of my own tactics. Watchfulness and gratefulness are the antidotes.
So today as I swing from one deep thought to another, I am confident and thankful that Q and Keaton and I are still in my Shepherd's hands, and nothing can tear us from them. John 10:27-28, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand."
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