July 19 – “I’m a nut … eight”

Mitch missed relays yesterday His exercise was just delayed Load the trailer was his chore Mitch stuffed, Marcus closed the door   Breakfast came on our last day Last goodbyes all had to say Flashes, clicks, camera frenzy Last camp day is at an end-zy   What a picture of the church Came when Cheyenne's stomach hurt Santa Rosa hospital Checked to make sure she got well   Trio friends said, "If we may," "We're coming.  We're Car Liss Chey" Meanwhile Seaside went to pray Lubbock said come here to stay   Hit McDonald's, then the road Then the hail just dumped a load "God's throwing snowballs," was Mike's take But God stopped soon for our sake   As we neared to Lubbock town Lightning, thunder, clouds abound Circled up, on top, beneath We arrived by the skin of our teeth   One last night of sleep away Now to G-town our course lay This was one adventure true And we, like Jesus, sure love you.   Father, your awesomeness is beautiful and terrifying at the same time.  Amen.

July 18 – “I’m a nut … seven”

At Centrifuge the last full day Can only mean Mega Relay Took some pictures, set my jaw Here is some of what I saw   Jimmy kept track for his whole team Kris got dizzy, so it seemed Miranda got pudding in the face Houston and Cory helped adults race   Lora showed up in her limo For Sydney, barefoot's the way to go Anne with camera roamed around Kelly celebrated from the ground   Wardrobe stains concerned Terrie That yellow shirt is Melissa D. Allie had hand prints on her face Erin's smile lit up the place   Melissa F. ran mad team dash Demi's coke made quite a splash Jennifer dove to the ground Mitch was nowhere to be found   Ashley through the tunnel came Chloe fed the baby game Alexa joined her team's cheer loud Cheyenne's headband wowed the crowd   Carly and Elyssa painted up Josh, he worked off his last sup – (per) Demetrius joined in with a thrill Us old guys watched from the hill   Church group time had great intent As we shared encouragement Robyn joined us and we prayed Mike said, "In God's armor stay."   Melissa D. will missions do Plans to head down to Peru Demetrius' interest is ministry He'll start with his family   Father, thanks again for showing your power in your sweet presence.  Amen.

July 17 – “I’m a nut … six”

Our sister church from Bolivar Needed help and we weren't far Hospital called away their men Cory and Houston moved on in   Waffle Day, It's Waffle Day Waffle, Waffle, Waffle-Waffle, Waffle Butter, hot syrup, fork, and plate Waffle-Waffle, Waffle-Waffle, Waffle-Waffle, Waffle-Waffle   Mitch has tried the whole week long He's been thwarted, oh that's wrong But today on his new start Had lunch with the joy of his heart, Joy Hart  (Hey, Mitch! Eph. 3:13; Ps 28:7)   Ashley's Bible was brand new Now angel messages it sports, too PK dozed in Bible class Anna's back, hey, that was fast   Father, we're getting tired this afternoon, but we still have mega relays tonight.  Give us strength.  Amen.

July 16 – “I’m a Nut … Five”

Supper saw the big comeback Of the jelly bean attack Alexa chewed up all Mike doled But Terri spit hers in her bowl   There was no sermon tonight Holy Spirit just took flight Kris and Terri, Melissa D. Demi, Miranda, and Sydney   Jennifer and Allie, too All were touched by God to move Ashley, too, our God did hear She'll be a counselor next year   Today's camp video was fun Lots of Seaside on this one Melissa D. and Fry as well KellyKrisElissaChloeMirandaCarlyDemetrius – oh, swell   Marcus' call to put God first Turned down b-ball, and that hurt Caviar, sushi, wasabi Chloe washes down with fried seaweed.   Father, wow.  The last two nights were amazing.  I especially appreciated you leading the preacher to not preach.  It was obvious you were already working, so he got out of your way.  Help me do that, too.  Amen.

July 15 – “I’m a nut … four”

OK. I am trying to get in a few minutes at free time to type this each day, so the timing might seem a little off here and there. Understand that I'm just continuing on from where I left off each time. This was God's night for our guys We were left with few dry eyes Alexa Demetrius Elyssa Erin Carly Cheyenne Others saw what they held dear What they must give God was clear We hugged more and cried, you bet We're sure God just ain't through yet As we left to head on out The moth we spied was huge, no doubt Melissa D. opened a window then Cory hid, said "Tell me when" Rita slapped at it with grace 'Til it kissed her in the face PK caught it, Chloe photoed Then out the window the moth goed Melissa Fry, the tree huggers' dear Recycled Wesley from last year Josh spends his time hiking here But lost his Bible again, I fear Mitch's face was on the screen For two seconds, that was mean His dear Mom took from the box Brand new "Micro Tinies" socks Mitchell had a debt he owed But for those socks? Jimmy said "No" Miranda, was that guy full of bliss When he gave you that little – (Hmm. What rhymes with "bliss"?) Kris did backflips for a spell Jennifer cartwheeled, and she fell Melissa D. loves Carter Rap a lot Will Mike make Cory sleep or not? Father, thank you for Cheyenne's health. And Lora is better today, too. Praise you for drawing each of these kids to yourself in just the way they need to come. Amen.

July 14 – “I’m a nut … three”

We met old friends, teary eyed Some things were a big surprise Allen’s from peninsula lands Now Cody and Amy are holding hands. Terri shared her country notes Of horses, panther, snakes and goats Kristan added, then she brings, Unmentionable gross things When they pointed out our group Houston's dance was our group's woop He showed off for his date Gert The one in the pink and goopy shirt Cheyenne puked down to her toes Carly made the video Lora's feeling quite amiss So Rita called up Mama Chris Mike he feared abandonment As away Kewie Boeyew went Sydney learned the bridge to take Demi and BeeBee? For goodness sake! Father, now Cheyenne is sick. Please protect us. Amen.

July 13 – “I’m a nut …2”

Some challenge to the camp dress code Forced us the trailer to unload Shorts and shirts were scrambled for But Jen’s trunk was nowhere near the door Breakfast waits we need some gas Wait, Jim, McDonald’s you just passed I think PK needs a hug He talked to Barry – a little bug We all like to sing the song So Chloe’s birthday lasted long At McDonald’s, rest stops, too We sang happy birthday to you Back again on our way out Mike’s Tomtom drew a crazy route Through the campus of Texas Tech Circled back and resumed our trek Allie got desperate in Muleshoe Used the men’s restroom – Kelly, too Must be dreaming – what’s that sound? Beep-Boop junior we have found Oh, the sadness, alas, alak A fly-by train rolled on the track (haunnk) Memorial service at the door For border Beep Boop is no more We drove through the camp front gate Hose and buckets were our fate Got moved in with little wear Girls are close, but guys have air Father, take over. Heal the physically sick ones like Lora. Touch the spiritually sick ones, too. Amen.