It was very hard to say good-bye to all three of my children Sunday afternoon. My youngest was finally old enough to to join his brother and sister at camp for the week, and couldn't have been more excited. I didn't cry when I left, but it wasn't because I didn't want to... at least a little bit. Does it make me a bad mother then, that that heartache I felt was soothed when I received a call at 10 pm telling me that Garrett was feeling a bit homesick and needed to talk to me? (YEA! He still loves me! ha ha!)
I know that they are all having an absolutely wonderful time, and by the breakfast the next morning, he probably had to really concentrate to remember what I even look like. I am incredibly blessed, knowing that all the youth at Beulah Beach this week with Impact camp are in wonderful and reliable hands- not only the hands of the leaders we sent them with, but our Heavenly Father's Hands. There are none greater.
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