Almost Stolen Joy
So it has taken me awhile to write for a few reasons. At first it was mostly because how was I ever going to sum up five camps. How was I going to condense all the memories, all the laughter and everything God had done in the lives of these kids. And then it was because I was feeling a little discouraged. Thursday night a couple of guys on a motorbike popped the hood of my truck and stole three parts, right out of the hood. And right then and there it was like my joy was stolen. And when I got to thinking if of it more, that is just what the enemy wants to do is steal our joy. And he has been at it from even before camps started. With lost and stolen cell phones and the discouragement of truck shopping (until we found one). During the camp with broken and shattered bathroom sinks during a game of mission impossible (still not to sure how that happened), to having to get my overheated truck towed back to Bogota and then of course the end of camp with my truck g