Memories sometimes randomly pop into my head for reasons yet unknown to me. This time it was a memory of one summer that I was forced into going to “Bible Camp” by my loving parents. I can’t remember what year or even what southern state the camp was in, but I do remember that I hated almost every minute of it. This was not the first of these camps that I had been forced to go to, but it was definitely my last.
The only difference between that camp and the ones that I had previously attended was that I was chosen to be a “cabin mother” to about a dozen little 8 to 10-year-old girls. I know you’re probably thinking that I would make the worst camp counselor ever. You would be correct. I have no motherly instincts, no love of children that aren’t related to me, no patience for children, no nurturing nature, no outgoing bubbly social butterfly type personality and the list goes on.
I always hated church camps because they made the girls wear long dresses in 100 degree heat and expected us to actually participate in the worship services. By participate, I mean if everyone was raising their hands in praise & worship, then I was supposed to also, otherwise everyone looked at me like I was a freak. I usually just refused completely and sat there looking at everyone else like Continue reading →
When I graduated from high school the Preacher gave me a graduation present. It was a small bright blue billfold sized New Testament Bible with my name engraved on it. I still have it to this day. It sits on my desk as a constant reminder that I should be a good girl. If I’m feeling really good I put it in my purse and it tags along with me wherever I may roam.
On a blank page inside he wrote the following:
May 17, 1992
To my loving daughter. I am very proud of you as a father and a Pastor. I know it has been hard being a preacher’s kid, but you stood well. May God bless and keep you and accomplish His total will for your life.
(Pastor ___ )
See, he did care. I wonder if he would say the same thing now. I hope so.