Camp Cherokee

And again: what can be said in a mere smattering of words that will adequately sum up a glorious six-and-a-half weeks at Camp Cherokee?

Of course there were many fun things of which I shall litter about some documentation...

Slaloming for the first time

Lovely Algonquin

Muddifying my legs

Visiting friends and picking huckleberries

Rustling bulrushes while watching over baby Moses

Swampy ventures with good friends

Choco and croc larks fueled by yummy breakfasts

Teaching horse lessons with the assistance of our hooved staff

But that is not half of it, or at least it ought not to be. It is about a heart altar and full submission.

It is about quiet moments with God on the dock. It is about a unified staff. It is about friendship and brother to sister love. It is about trial and prayer and repaired bathhouses and fixed swimming pools and righted wells. It is about stories of changed lives.

And it is about these ones.

Especially this one.

And there will be more.