Vacation

We spent part of this week at our little camp near the lake. For those who have no idea what a camp is (like me a few years ago), people here commonly have acreage with a little house near a lake or woods where they can hunt or fish. This is common even among people who don't have a lot of money. I had never heard of such a thing before I married Billy.

When he first mentioned the idea of us buying a camp, I really resisted...Mainly because I didn't see the purpose. It seemed extravagant to have a "second home." However, God provided a lovely tiny cabin on a small piece of land far out in the country. What a joy it's been. It's the rural home we long for, the constant through our moves, a place of retreat from the rigors of ministry life, and our kids' favorite spot. Besides that, it's fully paid for. Our own place.

I know I have mentioned before what wonderful in-laws I have. I just have to say it again. My sister-in-law and brother-in-law had gone to the camp and mowed, moved trash, cleaned it up outside, fixed the commode and quite a few other things. It looked great when we got there. Thanks, y'all!

This little lady built her nest near the house, never guessing that she'd soon be interrupted by noisy humans. She likes the open air...

Even though we had provided this cozy spot.

Signs at the boat launch

Trumpet vine and crepe myrtle

More wildflowers...

Including fleabane, a humble blossom, but one of my favorites.

Every time we go, I don't want to. It's such a hassle to pack and load three children, dogs, and whatever else we take along for just a few days, and I'm a homebody. I always wonder as I get ready if it's worth it. Then when we get there I am so glad we came, and so thankful.