My girl is back from camp, and all is right with the world. There’s a mountain of red-dirt-stained laundry piled up in the laundry room…but I don’t care.  My eyes are gritty from the foray into Pollen Kingdom, but I don’t care. My girl is back from camp, tired, slightly sunburned, and filled to the brim with lessons she learned about the Lord as well as loads of new and renewed friendships. Coming home is a bit of a letdown for her.  We don’t have a boat or a lake or waterskis or a climbing rock. Nor do we play … Continue reading Filled