First Time Camping

A few weeks passed and I was invited to go camping with his family at an annual camp out that they attend. Since my family had never went camping it sounded like a lot of fun. We drove out together, just the two of us. Time passed quickly as we talked and listened to a Norm Wakefield cd.
The entire weekend was a blast, but one time in particular stands out.
I sat by the lake enjoying the peacefulness and yet my heart wrestled with emotions as I poured out my heart to God. I was there for quite a while until I finally decided to head back to the campsite. On the way back I spied a picnic table with one lonely figure. It was him. He sat there with his Bible, he looked up as I approached. “May I join you?” I asked
He grinned. “Of course, I was hoping that you would.”
I plopped my stuff down and sat across from him. We talked a little and he asked if I would be interested in taking a peddle boat out. The man assigned a bright sparkly to us and we were off. We peddled around the lake twice. Our conversation was rich and meaningful. I learned a lot about him from that conversation. As I write this it probably sounds uninteresting, but for some reason it was a highlight in the early stage.

Days later he offered me a gift. It was a journal. “It’s a way to communicate.” he told me. I was very surprised at the little book. He had obviously put a great deal of time into it. His thoughtfulness warmed my heart. I could hardly wait to get home and read it. In the privacy of my room I sat on my bed and opened the cover. He had written four pages just for me! They were filled with scripture, a prayer and a letter to me. I sat down that night to write. Little by little our story was being scripted.