Josh and I recently went on our second camping trip and it was even better than the first. We tagged along with our church group and had an experience that campfires and chilly weather facilitated--community. Somehow, getting away from the hum-drum of daily life can bring people to the basics of one-on-one conversation. I enjoyed listening to the conversation around me and learning more about each person that has only recently come into my life. And as I listen more and know more, I am beginning to feel more connected to them and a part of them. Moving to Texas has not been a simple thing. I left what I know. My family. Friends. The normal highway system. And my accent. But the longer I am here, the more I feel a part of it. What does this have to do with camping? Well, it was there that I realized the fondness that is growing in my heart for my new home (or more so the people that live here).
Camping is good. Although I almost lost my feet to lack of blood circulation (exaggeration...but they were freezing!), I found the beginnings of community. And I'm so thankful for that.