I actually beat the birds and squirrels up this morning. They are just now emerging from from their campground homes to explore the dropped tid-bits from last nights supper.
So my internal dialog is full of difficult questions this morning.
Our church is struggling right now, this grieves my spirit. I feel like my family is falling apart and I am at a loss to stop it. When I look back, we have been members here for over 25 years, I remember the sanctuary bursting at the seams. Now we are a dim shadow of what we once were.
This struggle has encroached upon my beloved campmeeting. I try to remain positive, yet realistically wonder how much longer it can hang on.
I continue to pray, in the fall the church body will be dedicating several months to prayer as well as other actions to seek direction for our future.
I know the church, overall across our nation is in decline, but this for me is personal.
The momma in me wants to fix it, scold it into submission, embrace it and comfort it, scream and yell, point out the error of its ways and say "I told you so!"
And yes I am making my list of insights, suggestions and constructed criticism for the fall.
Fondly remembering the days of campmeetings past when the lingering lasted for hours, the children were in their natural habitat laughing and chasing after lighting bugs. We would all gather after worship and just sit and talk and fellowship...
But my children are grown now and things change...
Can ya tell that my air mattress sprang a leak last night and I was forced to sleep on one of the ratty mattresses in our cabin. My body and my mood are not happy. My chair is sitting in an ant pile, I keep having to adjust to a different spot but the little critters keep finding me.
Next stop, the Walmart for ant spray and a new air mattress.
Now it's time for another cup of coffee and some breakfast.
Blogging from the front porch of my cabin y'all. I am one step closer to world domination...well maybe not!
I'll be praying for a lighter more positive attitude.