The End of Camp

"Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof," is what my Grandpa always used to say at the end of the camp season.

We were really glad to see the end this year.

Besides the facts we added an extra week of camp this summer (making 7 weeks) and that my parents decided to be the chapel speakers, my dad missed some of the last two weeks of camp.

The knee infection that he had in the spring (around our grad time) flared up again during the sixth week of camp. For a few days, he drove into town every day to go to the hospital and get pumped with IV anitibiotics. That would take him away for about four hours a day.

On the weekend between the sixth and seventh weeks of camp, they decided to keep him in the hospital. My parents decided to run camp without him, even though he was supposed to be the director, chapel speaker, boat driver, craft leader, first aid person, etc., etc. We ended up having a lot of people step up to the plate to help, which was awesome. It was really neat for me to see that God can run camp, even without my dad.

But it was still really hard.

He came back halfway through the last week of camp, and took over directing and his other jobs. We were so glad to have him back!! Now he's on a portable IV antibiotic (like he had at grad, in his fanny pack).

All in all, the summer was incredibly tiring, but it was good. Kids were impacted. So were staff--including me. God proved Himself faithful--again!