There’s something about Memorial Day weekend that seems to conjure memories of camping trips interrupted by rain. It seems to never fail. There is almost always a certain amount of rain during this holiday. Maybe it’s the tears of God – enriching the soil with thoughts of those who perished in war. Maybe it’s because we tend to put so much focus on plans for summer fun and the beginning of vacation season. It might be a simple need for the moisture that makes things grow and flourish.

I recall a camping trip when our two oldest children were very young, and daddy wanted to give them the experience of living outdoors for the weekend. Mommy wasn’t too crazy about the idea, since she had never been camping in her life. Off the little family went, with tent in tow and various cooking supplies, sleeping bags and survival stuff. I had no idea why we needed supplies for survival, but soon found out. We all helped to pitch the tent and set up our meager camp site. The sky was looking rather ominous as a wall cloud began to form. We finished our supper, made over an open fire – toasted marshmallows and succumbed to the end of the day. Everyone immediately fell asleep after a day of living in the wilderness. Mommy and daddy were wakened by the sound of a fierce wind swirling around our little tent. The two children slumbered deeply not realizing the danger that was approaching. Daddy went outside to secure the tent to a nearby tree. Mommy thought she would help by pushing the side of the tent towards daddy’s direction. As water poured into her armpits, he scurried outside in nothing but his underwear. We both realized we were in for a big-time storm so sent our prayers to the One who would protect us through whatever would happen next. The children slept through the entire ordeal. We discovered the next morning that a tornado had leveled most of the tents in our campground. Ours was still standing. We spent the rest of the day at the laundromat, drying out the sleeping bags and our clothes. You would think my experience that night would’ve made a seasoned camper out of me. It didn’t. I rarely camped after that experience, but I was amazed that my children were oblivious to the danger which surrounded them.

There will be storms in every aspect of our lives. Trusting that God will see us through gives us the confidence we need to weather those storms. As we begin this Memorial Day weekend, always look for the rainbow that follows a storm. It’s God’s promise to us that everything is going to be alright.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to SATURDAY SOAKER

  1. Wow! Your baptismal camping experience was one of a lifetime. It is amazing that the children slept right through it all. This allowed Mom and Dad to stay focused on everyone’s safety, with God’s blessings.

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