On asking for prayer.
We've spent 4 hours in the car today. We'll be repeating the same journey next Saturday as it's that time of year again. The time when teens and twenties give up weeks of their Summer, just to make a difference in the life of a child. This isn't some fancy camp. No amazing excursions, trips out or extended time off. This is a tough gig. A camp for children from really hard circumstances who come for fun, excitement, a glimpse of love and life as they've never experienced it before. As we dropped off our middle son, our eldest son ran to meet us for one of those hugs that you think will never end. A hug that says a thousand words that you don't have. A hug that you hold until some of the strain starts to disperse. As he whispered in my ear, he told just a few things he'd experienced this last week. And as a Mother I'm torn between the pride I feel at my sons, and the other young people who are on the staff, who give of themselves ove...