Woo hoo! My firstborn came home from church camp today.
I missed him so much this week. We are so glad he's back home. He's a little sunburned...very hoarse (but not from talking a lot. I'M SURE OF IT.)...and very much in need of a bath. So we have been nursing him back to normal life, and having a fun night at home...all of us. We even vegged a while in front of the TV...belly-laughing at America's Funniest Home Videos. For some reason, we all felt the need to sit in one small chair. Even Flash.
We LOVE to watch AFV as a family. What is it that makes us laugh to see people fall? I mean, I don't want anyone to incur an injury or anything. But seeing someone take a tumble just sends me over the edge in inappropriate laughter. Speaking of which...have you all seen the previews for the upcoming ABC show "Wipeout?" It's a reality show where the people compete in obstacle courses which are basically designed to make them fall...or, wipeout.
Party at my house on June 24 to watch "Wipeout."
Anyway, we have had fun debriefing Jack on all the goings on at camp. What the games were like...what the food was like...did he sleep well...why did he wear two t-shirts the whole week, and not the other 9 I packed him...who he hung out with...what the worship and teaching were like...we have gotten the scoop on his "best week ever." He loved every minute of it.
And I told him that we had been praying that He would hear the Lord speak to him while he was there. So I asked him, "Did the Lord speak to you?"
"Yes," he replied.
"What did He say?"
"He showed me how to be less of a butthead."
And there you have it. The gospel alive and active in an 11 year old.
I'm going to ask Him to show ME that too.