Notes from Camp
One day, Jesus was praying in a certain place. When he finished, one of his disciples said to him, āLord, teach us to pray.ā Luke 11:1 NIV
When my oldest son went away to summer camp for the first time I was a nervous wreck. Although he was nine years old he hadnāt as much as spent a night away from home, let alone an entire week. I packed his suitcase with special care, making sure he had enough socks and underwear to see him through the week. Since this was prior to the advent of cell phones I also packed stationery and stamps so he could write home.
Thanks to a conscientious camp counselor I received the first letter from my son three days after heād left. I quickly tore open the envelope and stared at the childish scrawl. Camp is fun and I only barfed once.
The next letter offered little more. Jerry wet the bed. Whoās Jerry, I wondered. The third and last letter provided this interesting piece of news. The nurse said itās not broken.
Fragments. Bits of information that barely skim the surface. A preview of coming attractions that never materialize. Itās kind of like the text messages I get today from my grandkids.
It makes me think of my own sparse messages at times to God. āDear Lord,ā I plead when a loved one is late getting home. āKeep him safe.ā
āGive me strength,ā I pray after breaking down on the freeway or getting a letter from the IRS.
āLet me have wisdom,ā is another favorite prayer of mine, usually when Iām giving unsolicited advice. āGod is good,ā I say when an editor agrees to extend a deadline.
Fragments. Bits and pieces. Are my notes to God as unsatisfactory to Him as hurried text messages are to me?
I knew that my son was safe at camp, and somewhere in the cryptic texts I get from the grandkids I know all is well with them, too. After all, how much trouble can you get into when your fingers are glued to a keyboard? But sometimes you just want to pick up an old-fashioned land phoneāone that makes you stand in place and concentrate on the person youāre talking toāand have a good heart-to-heart.
āThank you, God,ā I murmured recently when a repair bill wiped out only half the bank account. I then settled down for a nice long chat with Him. God deserves a lot more than a text message or hasty note from ācamp.ā
Dear God, help me to prioritize the countless things in my life that clamor for attention, so that I always have time for you. Amen.
More Love and Laughter in the Old West
From Bestselling Author Margaret Brownley
ā¢ When photographing stampeding cattle, charging bulls or blazing shoot-outs, use a fast shutter speed.
ā¢ Brides, take pity on your photographer. Matthew S. Brady and his helpers were able to record the entire War Between the States with little more than 1100 photographs. Half that number should satisfy most brides.
ā¢ Doctors, do not look at the camera like itās a patient needing help through deathās door. Such a pose will speak ill of you, and it wonāt do much for your practice, either.
ā¢ A man imagines himself more handsome than his photograph; a woman believes herself more homely.
ā¢ While posing for a photograph spinsters should avoid looking desperate or deprived. A serene smile will show that your circumstances are by choice and not for lack of beauty or character.
About Margaret
My writing career began, and ended, early. I wrote my first book in fifth gradeāa mystery without an ending. I was on a roll until I reached eighth grade. Unimpressed with my essay on why I wanted to be a writer my English teacher not only flunked me but suggested I not even think about a career as a writer.
Dream squashed, I did little writing until I became editor of the church newsletter many years later. After making a church picnic read like a Grisham novel, my then pastor took me aside and said, āMaybe Godās calling you to write fiction.ā So thatās what I did. I now have 25 books to my credit, published in 15 different languages. Iām currently working on a new series.
Sage Advice for Photographers from Margaretās new book
A VISION OF LUCY
ā¢ When photographing stampeding cattle, charging bulls or blazing shoot-outs, use a fast shutter speed.
ā¢ Brides, take pity on your photographer. Matthew S. Brady and his helpers were able to record the entire War Between the States with little more than 1100 photographs. Half that number should satisfy most brides.
ā¢ Doctors, do not look at the camera like itās a patient needing help through deathās door. Such a pose will speak ill of you, and it wonāt do much for your practice, either.
ā¢ A man imagines himself more handsome than his photograph; a woman believes herself more homely.
ā¢ While posing for a photograph spinsters should avoid looking desperate or deprived. A serene smile will show that your circumstances are by choice and not for lack of beauty or character.
About Margaret
My writing career began, and ended, early. I wrote my first book in fifth gradeāa mystery without an ending. I was on a roll until I reached eighth grade. Unimpressed with my essay on why I wanted to be a writer my English teacher not only flunked me but suggested I not even think about a career as a writer.
Dream squashed, I did little writing until I became editor of the church newsletter many years later. After making a church picnic read like a Grisham novel, my then pastor took me aside and said, āMaybe Godās calling you to write fiction.ā So thatās what I did. I now have 25 books to my credit, published in 15 different languages. Iām currently working on a new series.
Comments
I love your analogy. I like to get on the phone early in the morning with God and spend a good deal of time with Him. The minutes cost me nothing!
I do however breathe text messages the rest of the day to stay in touch.
I laughed at your son's letters! So cute and funny!
I loved your devotional. Thanks for sharing it along with information about your new book.
Insightful post, Margaret! :)
What a touching post! We really don't ever know when we'll be getting a message from Him, do we?
Loved your devotional very much. Thank you.
And Gail, your blog is a lovely gift - with a message - to us all. Thank you always.
Hugs & blessings,
Regina