To Read on the Journey

Friday, July 19, 2013


In an hour I will head out to pick up my kids from camp. They have been gone for 2 weeks and I miss them.  To say they love camp is an understatement. They reminisce over their YSSC experiences the 352 days of the year they are not at camp, and make paper-chains to countdown the days till they will return.

When I pick them up they will hug me good, and introduce me to everything that has nourished  their souls for the past 2 weeks. I will be glad.

And when it is time to say goodbye we will fill our SUV to the brim with sleeping bags and pillows, a months worth of laundry, two weeks chock-full of memories, and my three who will feel the pangs of campsickness. 

Campsickness will cause them to ache the moment we turn out of the driveway and onto the main road. They will breath in deep the fragrance of their beloved YSSC; inhale every bit of sustenance to take from this mountain back home to the foothills. 

I already ache for them... and with them.

I ache because this world is not my Home, and when I get a taste of What is... well, nothing here satisfies. God is so good; so delicious in every way. Everything this side of heaven pales in comparison to Him.  At YSSC my three have feasted on the LORD their God (and they have dined in community, which is the most scrumptious kind of feasting) because of this I know that the campsickness is really Homesickness. 

Knowing this causes my mama-ache to be enveloped by pure-mama-joy, and I praise God, Who has SO FILLED my children WITH HIMSELF that they are Homesick for Him.

 I want to build a house up on this mountain
Way up high where the peaceful waters flow
To quench my thirsty soul
Up on the mountain

I can see for miles up on this mountain
My troubles seem so small they almost disappear
Lord, I love it here
Up on the mountain

My faith is strengthened by all that I see
You make it easy for me to believe up on the mountain
Oh, up on the mountain


I would love to live up on this mountain
And keep the pain of living life so far away
But I know I can't stay
Up on the mountain


I said I'd go, Lord, wherever You lead
For where You are is where I most want to be
And I can tell we're headed for the valley
My faith is strengthened by all that I've seen
So Lord help me remember what You've shown me
Up on the mountain


You bring me up here on the mountain
For me to rest and learn and grow
I see the truth up on the mountain 

And I carry it to the world far below
So as I go down to the valley
Knowing that You will go with me
This is my prayer, Lord
Help me to remember what You've shown me
Up on the mountain
Up on the mountain


I cherish these times up on the mountain
But I can leave this place because I know
Someday You'll take me home to live forever
Up on the mountain

Time to go!

Live in Peace,


The Every Day Extraordinary said...

Love. Not the campsickness but the song. Soooooo true! Enjoy your kiddos being home: )

Victor and Grace said...

I so enjoyed visiting your blog. Very touching-I can especially relate to the motherly tone to your entries. What a testimony your life is to HIM and what HE has done! -Grace

{cuppakim} said...

still catching up on i know this was a while ago.
but oh man.
i used to get campsickness SO bad.
like, i would DREAM about camp in october. november. december. get the picture.
and then finally june would arrive.

and you're so right. it wasn't campsickness but homesickness.

it's going to be even better than camp some day.
and i can. not. wait.

Linda Z said...

I LOVE camp. I want to go to a family camp someday, 'cause I still get campsick! Josh doesn't like camp so much, but I still have hope for him! Jason almost old enough & can't wait to go! :)