Rekindling Old Friendships and Strengthening New Ones

The Baptist Camp at Westport has had a huge impact on my family through the years. I think I was 8 or 9 years-old when I first went there with my parents. All of the children of the family spent time there—worshipping, learning, fishing, working, wandering in the woods, hanging out with Granny and Dedo, learning about the Lord and growing to love Him.

I hadn’t spent much time at the camp after I turned 30. But one day at work I had a very strong urging from the Holy Spirit that I was being invited to go up to the camp and volunteer to help. How I heard

the message was, “Go take care of my sanctuary.” I have tried to go every week. There’s been no shortage of work to do!

What a blessed place! Being there raises my spirits and helps my heart. A new addition to the experience is a pair of eagles that pass through regularly. Even if we don’t catch a glimpse we hear their calls as they soar through the air.

All of the souls that have connected with the Savior there, all the songs sung, all the tears shed around bonfires, all the games played and energy of the campers. That and more has simply saturated the place with holy energy.

Mom went with me today on an incredibly warm February day. We reconnected with Amber who is full of camp memories. She was full of stories that took us all back in time.

My Lowe’s buddies Matt and Desiree also went. They are both naturalists and sweet souls who make the work so much more pleasant and fun. We may take too many breaks looking for eagles and hawks and moss and who knows what all else!😂

We may or may not have had a yummy pecan cluster blizzard on the way home!