Thursday, August 22, 2013

Camp Braveheart

1.  On my dear dad's 70th birthday, I was at the nursing home because--like the great guy he is--he wanted to be with his mom for the occasion.  

2.  As I put my girls through the mandatory songs and dances (literally) of entertaining the residents, I happened to notice a pamphlet on the floor.  Thinking it was part of the usual detritus my kids strew in their wake, I stuffed it in my pocket and continued directing the songs from Vacation Bible School.

3.  Pulled it out that evening and read, "Camp Braveheart: a free two-day camp for any child who has experienced a loss."  Losses addressed ranged from pets to parents.  Zip-lining, kayaking, rock-climbing, with food provided.  The final day concluded with a Japanese lantern lighting in honor of the deceased loved one.

Very intrigued, I looked at the dates. The deadline to register was the next day.  And the ceremony was on my due date.

4.  I love (don't you?) when God just taps you on the shoulder and says, "You know that thing you've been asking about? Here you go."

5.  And I finally knew how to commemorate the erstwhile birthday of the baby I lost.

6.  So that's what my kids and I did today. I am pickled in salt water from swimming and decorated literally head to toe with face paint, sticker tattoos, and kid-made jewelry.  I participated in my first drumming circle (gulp), which fortunately was just a glorified singalong where I got to sing my little ones' names.

7.  For today, I am grateful, and glad, and at peace.  

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding."  Proverbs 3:5

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  1. And I have tears in my eyes. What a beautiful, beautiful story.

  2. It was sweet of you to visit your dad on his birthday and have the kids come along to celebrate. I'm sure the other folks loved having them around to brighten their day. And your love was greatly rewarded. Thank you for sharing!