Since I almost never whine (outside the privacy of my own home) can I complain for just a minute here?
I’m tired of being left.
It happens over and over again. People move into camp (and our hearts) and then, when their time is up, they move on again. That part stinks. And, yeah, it gets old.
Not long after we moved to Kentucky, I heard that a lady used us as an excuse for not coming to church. When she was invited she said, “No, I don’t want to get attached to Roger and Ruthie and then have them leave us like all the other camp people.”At the time, I brushed it off as a lame excuse for staying home on a Sunday morning. These days, I have a little more sympathy. If I could just quit getting to know people, and quit liking them so much, maybe the goodbyes wouldn’t be so sad.
It’s happened twice in the last year. In August, it was these people:
And today, it was this family:
One of the best things about living at Bethel Camp is getting to know all the different people who come to help. We have friends everywhere, and it’s always fun to reconnect with them when they come to camp or we travel to their area.
The downside of being a permanent fixture at camp is having to say goodbye to all these people we’ve gotten to know and love. When friends pack up and drive away, we’re always the ones left doing the routine while they head off to a new adventure. The constant activity of camp makes it easier to not dwell on the loss, but there’s still a huge hole here.
I still think we have the best job in the world, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but… days like today make me wish I was the one with the U-haul, driving off into the great unknown, leaving someone else instead of being left.