The best part of summer for me was traveling in a giant yellow school bus to Markesan Wisconsin to Camp Grow for one week every summer. My dad drove me and my two little sisters to First Baptist Church of Oak Park. First we would walk to the park and look at my grandpa’s name on the statue in the plaza near the church. He served in WW1. Then he would help get my suitcases loaded and it was time to say goodbye.
“Don’t forget to send us a post card, and be a good girl.”
The tears never sprang from my eyes because I couldn’t wait to sing my heart out with my friends that I knew from the prior summer. We crammed three in a seat and together banged on the windows to say good-bye to our families.
We were off to the deepest, greenest lake in all of Wisconsin, aptly called Green Lake. When we got to camp and met our counselors we got set up in either Woods, TeePee or A-Frame village depending on the year and spent the first night meeting new friends and our new counselor who would get little to no sleep the whole week.
I felt free at camp.
I felt seen at camp.
I grew closer to Jesus at camp.
Some things were new and unexpected at camp,
But…one thing always remained the same.
Every morning when the dew embraced the grasses in the meadow, we would do our MORNING WATCH.
They would send us off, to commune with God with a journal, our Bible and a pen. And throughout the years it became the most treasured part of my day. I didn’t know it then, but I do know it now, morning watch is a nautical term.
I love this little poem, that my daughter recently found tucked into some old notebooks of my sweet mother-in-law.
I caught a young hawk having his morning watch recently. It is the best way to prepare for the day ahead.
I am so THANKFUL for so many life experiences.