Just registered today for our (could it be?) seventh session there. And this year, I am terribly excited -- even more than usual. The only thing missing from Barnabas has been our best friends, the Kurzejas. Every year, I have begged, pleaded, cajoled, and hassled them, and this year was the first time I got anything even close to a "maybe" back. OK, so they live out in the Midwest and this camp is on the far reaches of the west coast, and there are six of them, so this is a potential logistical nightmare. But, more of a nightmare would be their having watched all their kids grow up and move on without ever once having experienced together a family camp at Barnabas -- especially one featuring the sage musings of Mr. and Mrs. Arends (and the phenomenal music of Mrs. Arends and Mr. Capier). So, I took that "maybe" and ran with it. Jason maintains that there is nothing more dangerous in his world than Justine with an idea and access to a credit card. I went ahead and registered the Kurzeja Six. Then, I called the mom up and dared her to cancel on me.
Praying, praying, praying for this one to come to be. No one I know needs and deserves the absolutely Spirit-soaked adventure in Eden that is a week at Barnabas more than they. If it is of the Lord, it will come; and, if not, Barnabas has a generous cancellation window.
I, for one, am hoping beyond hope that I will have the extremely delightful occasion this summer to experience Barnabas again for the very first time through the wonder-filled eyes of my best friend and her family.
