Mawwiage Is What Bwings Us Together Today

Did I mention I got married at camp?

During elementary week, we had a pool full of bubbles and some poles with ropes on them that would make HUGE bubbles! They were so much fun; the staff spent their entire free time one night playing with bubbles. And my campers loved playing with them during the day. I casually mentioned that I wanted to have these bubbles at my wedding, so my campers, God bless their little hearts, decided to plan my wedding.

It was beautiful; we got married in the gazebo (after they kidnapped us and dragged us over there). One of my girls performed the ceremony, "Princess Bride" style of course. And in the end, they pronounced us "friends" and had us shake hands. Quite the tearjerker.

Unfortunately, I have no pictures to commemorate the event. But one of my best friends from high school did get married on Friday (for real! At least I'm pretty sure, since my dad officiated it, and he's a bit more official than my 9-year-old camper). And I DO have pictures of that wedding!

"Well, I'm Back"

Those three words ended the greatest story ever written by man. I think they'll suffice to begin my first blog post since camp.

Be still, and know that I am God.

I feel like, after 5 weeks at a Christian camp, nestled away from the world, serving God, I should have something more profound to share than that.

I don't.

There was a great emphasis this year on not just having a "spiritual high." On not being so in love with God at camp and willing to serve him and laying your life down at his feet and then going home and falling into the same sins and depressions that hold us captive throughout each year. We wanted people to meet God at camp, to get real with God at camp, but also to take that relationship home with them. To meet God at home.

The Wait is Over

The wait is over. Sort of.

Now I know you are all dying to know whether or not I got a job in Disney World, if I will be moving soon, or what I have decided to do with the rest of my life.

Silly you, no one knows what they are going to do with the rest of their lives.

But here's what I'm doing for the next month:

I'm going to work at camp! Yay! I'm leaving tomorrow for a wedding, and then it's straight off to camp. I shall spend the next four weeks living off the wilderness, facing wild animals and scaling great heights.

Mowing the Lawn Part 2: When it Grows Back

The trouble with mowing the lawn is that the grass grows back. It's as if you never mowed it in the first place! And so you must get up the courage to do it all over again.

So of course, when I wrote a blog saying how sometimes God asks us to mow the lawn, I shouldn't have expected that to be a one time thing.

But see, I just wasn't expecting to have to mow the church lawn again. I had mowed it once, at the very beginning of the lawn mowing season, and after knocking a piece of completely useless equipment off the side of the mower, I was perfectly willing to let all the men who signed up keep the grass short from then on.

The problem is, last week, one of them didn't show up.

Recipe of the Week

It's time for more pancakes!

Chocolate Chip Cookie Pancakes

You could eat them for breakfast, or have them for dessert. Or maybe second breakfast. Or just an afternoon snack.

Basically, it's a big, fluffy chocolate chip cookie.

Recipe of the Week

Say this five times fast: Peanut Butter Banana Chocolate Chip Pudding Cookies!

Here's the thing. I can't stand bananas. I've tried. I think they're really fun to eat, but they just make me gag.

Aaand...I'm allergic to peanut butter.

But seriously, peanut butter and banana is a classic combination! And peanut butter and chocolate is delicious, bananas and chocolate have always been a thing, and pudding cookies are deliciously moist cute little round cookies, so what could go wrong?

Mowing the Lawn

Is not something that I generally wake up in the morning, jump out of bed, and  shout "I get to mow the lawn today!" over. It's just not that exciting. But it's not that bad, either. Mowing the lawn can be quite fun, if I'm in the right mood.

I suppose that is the problem, isn't it. My mood.