Tonight my brother and I were invited to our neighbor’s for dinner. She wanted to have an outside picnic. The weather was questionable, but seemed ok when we sat at the outside tables. It did start sprinkling on the guys, so we had to rearrange a bit. We got to talking about camping in the rain. Our neighbor said how much she disliked camping in general, mostly because it would always rain and she would just be wet and cold. I remembered and told the stories of my camping days. Many years ago we had a big pickup truck and would go camping every weekend that we could. Usually we were joined by family and/or friends. We started in a tent, then had a topper on the bed of the truck and would sleep inside, then had a cab-over camper that was really too big, and finally settled on a pop-up camper that sat in the bed of the truck. We used that for years. It did rain often, which was expected when you do things outside, and there were a couple of occasions that I got wet and cold. But, in general, we enjoyed camping so much that the rainy times didn’t dampen our spirits. Those were wonderful times being outdoors and enjoying friends and family.

I Found God today remembering outdoors camping.