And…once again   Boogaloo Camp is history… for this year.  Oh, but the memories will keep us happy until it’s time to do it again!

***Lots of pics here, but it’s all about the documentation***

Joy and I arrived at The Sandcastle on Monday and spent two days watching the rain pour and pour and pour!  Which wasn’t too bad.  Gave us a great chance to catch up and just spend time together.  We did manage to get to the grocery store.  I had chicken salad to make…which is a tradition at BC….and Joy wanted Potato Salad, too…so we did that, too!  The girls and boys arrived on Wednesday!  Fun was just waiting to happen.

We started off with me explaining to the boys what a Scavenger Hunt was.  And, then I gave them a list of things to be looking for all week…such as a red straw, a throw away cup with writing, a rectangle shaped napkin, a smooth rock, a lea with two colors, a ticket stub, etc.  They did great. They stayed busy everywhere we went looking for those 12 items!

Another continuing project we did was weaving.  I tore up an old canvas and used just the frame.  We tied jute on tip and bottom .  Then we learned about weaving…under, over, under, over….then over, under, over, under.  They caught on pretty quickly.  We even used some palm fronds and drift wood and finished off by tying on some shells they found with holes in them!

That tropical storm didn’t bother us…we saw a break in the weather and made a beeline for the Panama City Beach Pier!  One of our little campers wasn’t sure if it would be sturdy enough for us to walk on, but soon those fears gave way to fun!  This was probably not the best time to go walking on a pier.  Winds, we found out later were at 40-45 mph!  We were blown sideways by that mighty wind!  The boys had a ball!  But, us girls, had mighty tangles in our hair!  Oh my!

We stopped at a restaurant just outside the pier, Hook’d, and had delicious fish tacos!  The rain held off, but the wind continued to blow!

Up early the next morning and an art project to start.  We tried to do tie dye last year, but, ran out of time.  But, we got it in this year!  The boys designed their own shirts.  They decided on the design they wanted and picked their own colors.  Us girls all made us one, too.  We had to let them set overnight…so we began another project…String Art.  We had previously hammered nails into a circle on a slab of wood.  The boys then used all different color string to wrap the nails and come up with their version of a beach ball!  Looks pretty good!

And, here’s how the shirt making turned out…

We took a little trip over to Destin, because I wanted the boys to  experience the fun of eating at LuLu’s.  (In case you don’t know, this is a restaurant owned by Jimmy Buffett’s sister.  It’s on the water, and all open air.  Their is a big sandy playground for the children complete with water play, and bungee jumping .  The boys loved it!  We all did, actually!

We stopped and did some very minor shopping…you know…two little boys…not what they wanted to do…whines and “let’s go!”.  Back home the girls took the boys for a walk out on the beach…almost dark.

Then they stopped for ice cream.  Joy and I stayed home and rested!

Bright and early the next morning…we started another art project…this time we made candles.  We decided on color…and scent…and containers.  John Thomas was the instigator of this fun idea!  The boys were amazed that they could actually make their own candles.   They measured and leveled, added wicks, and leveled again!   And, boy did they ever smell good.

The sun was out in full force and it would have been terrible not to have enjoyed some sunshine and swimming!  So off we went to the PC Water Park…which has a wonderful facility for younger children!  It’s the boy’s favorite place to go.  We spent several hours there.  And, SURPRISE !!!!…our Lori showed up!  We had missed her, but her work wouldn’t allow her to be with us all week.  But, there were 2 happy boys when she showed up!  She lightens up all our lives!

And, after showers, we all went out to BoonDocks for a delicious meal!

And with that, we had to begin gathering up supplies…cleaning up…

…and preparing to leave the next morning!

A FEW MORE PICS…

The boys had a pillow to color and went about their work diligently.

Levi made a very interesting color choice on his and I complimented him and said, “Levi, I like how you are using your artistic eye!”  He turned and look at me…did this…

and said, “Actually, Lulu, I have 2 artistic eyes, don’t you know!”  So you do, my Little Man…so you do!

I taught them to play Old Maid…that was lots of fun!

John Thomas looking cute in his new outfit…

I bought the boys some cute shorts and painted them a shirt to match…

Another fun project was a little tedious…on my part.  I made pics of the boys in the same location.  We then had them printed.  I taped the picture to a stack of 6 square Duplo Blocks, then carefully cut apart the picture between each block with an exacto knife.  Then I handed the boys a jumble of pieces and they had to put themselves and their cousin together.  Then is was so funny to put the wrong legs or the wrong arms on the other person!  Picture Blocks!

They each have a set, and can take each other home and play together whenever they like!  We used one rectangular block on the bottom so they would stand side by side.

John Thomas designed, painted and lettered the Boogaloo Camp sign at top of this post!

PaPa Clyde…we were thinking of you while we were gone…

Scavenger Hunt went well…they found all on their list and both won prizes!

And, of course, Thomas’ Doughnuts was visited quite often!  

I could go on and on here about the blessings we have and the memories we made on this trip!  But, I’m going to leave it here with just this thought.  Every good thing…every happy thought…every burst of laughter…every sweet hug…every goodnight kiss…and every Good Morning…is a gift from Almighty God.  He causes His favor to rest on us all.  He gives us more than we deserve.  He sends His love to us in so many ways.  I praise Him and honor Him and thank Him for this beautiful week!

“It is God who has given us these times of joy.”  Psalms 81:4

I arrived at my little cottage at the beach before any of my guests joined me.  As I pulled into my little neighborhood of Laguna Beach, I noticed an elderly woman sitting on my porch.  She threw up her hand as I pulled into the carport.   I waved back.

***The area of our little cottage is quite transitional.  It is definitely ‘old Florida’…lots of little cottages.  New homes are slowly replacing the older ones.  But, there are lots of older people who have lived there for years.  They walk together and walk their dogs together and keep tabs on each other.  This lady, Carol, lives in a tiny place  a few streets over, with her white dog, whom she walks two or three times a day.***

After I parked, I walked onto the front porch to say ‘hello’.  She spoke before I could.  “I hope you don’t mind.  I got so hot, and my heart was beating so bad, I had to sit down for a minute.  Don’t worry I’m not going to let the dog mess in your yard.  I’ll be gone in just a minute.”  I told her she was welcome to sit for as long as she wanted.  We exchanged a few more words and then I began to unload the car.  As I brought the first things into the house, the words “just a cup of water’ flashed through my mind.  I knew immediately I needed to fix Carol a cup of ice water.  And, so I did.  I unlocked the front door and walked outside.  She was beginning to walk off.  I called out to her and told her I had her a cup of cold water.

She stopped and turned around and came back into the yard.  Tears began to stream down her face as she took the cup.  She drank half of it in one gulp.  Then she looked at me and said, “Thank you. Oh, thank you.  That is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She turned around and walked off with her cup in one hand and  her dog leash in the other.  As she walked away, I watched her take a couple of pieces of the ice and give it to her dog.

I went back to unloading the car…thinking, ‘that was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her?‘  That’s tragic.  Whether it was true or not,  she was crying and obviously touched.  And, I did so little to warrant that reaction.  It’s quite humbling to think you have done such a little unimportant deed and someone thought it the nicest thing that had ever happened to them.  Who knew?  What other little tasks could we do that would touch someone just as much?  Have I missed a nudge from God to do some simple thing?  Have I missed an opportunity to give someone else a ‘cup of water’ or something equally as simple?

I started thinking about the phrase ‘just a cup of water’…and remembered it was a song my mother used to sing as a solo.  I could remember a few of the words.  “If just a cup of water, da da da  your hand….then just a cup of water is all that I demand”.  God expects us to give to others with what we have been given by Him.

Now friends, I have not heard that song in probably 40 or more years…nor thought of it.  Actually, probably longer than that…because 40 years ago I was 23 and long gone from home…so maybe even 50 years ago!  It’s a very old song and I don’t think I’ve ever heard it sung except when she sang it.  So it was buried deep in the gray matter…but sprung to the front when I needed to follow the instructions.  I think it amazing that something I heard my Mom sing 50 years ago, was stuck in my memory.  The funny thing is, when I told Joy about it…she started singing and I joined in…  ‘I travelled down a lonely road and no one seemed to care.  The burden on my weary back had bowed me in despair.  I oft complained to Jesus how folks were treating me and then I heard him say so tenderly….da, da, da, da, da, da, da,…….if just a cup of water.da da da da da da then just a cup of water is all that I demand.’

Where do those old songs reside in our brains?  And, what makes one stick and not another one?

This is just a reminder that the things we say and show our children when they are young…are in their memory for a long, long time.  This is a hymn that Mom sang in church when I was quite young.  I was reading recently an article about the theology of hymns.  They were originally designed to be a concise nugget of the gospel message…written precisely for congregational singing…with rhyming words, or choruses to make them easier to memorize.  Our church forefathers planned our worship to include the singing of hymns.

I consider myself and my children blessed to have grown up in our denomination (Baptist) at a time when hymns were considered a vital part of the worship experience.  I realize the younger generation has different feelings about what they wish to experience in a worship service…and, though I would be happiest if we could sing all hymns…all the time, everyone in a church needs to be considered.  That is as it should be.  But, I so miss the messages I get from the words of hymns.  I just don’t get the same inspiration from songs written with words that repeat and repeat and repeat….songs usually meant for a soloist to sing accompanied by a band and backup singers.

Anyway, thank you, sweet Mother, for choosing this song to sing.  The words must have been meaningful to you.You always chose your songs so carefully.  You did well…50 some years later…those word are ringing in your daughter’s ears reminding me to give and share and help those who need me.  To continue to follow God’s commands.  What a legacy you left me, Mom.  Oh, how I pray my children can say the same of me!

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FOLLOW ME

I traveled on a lonely road and no one seemed to care.
The burden on my weary back had bowed me to despair;
I oft complained to Jesus how folks were treating me,
And then I heard Him say so tenderly,
“My feet were also weary, upon the Calvary road;
The cross became so heavy, I fell beneath the load,
Be faithful weary pilgrim the morning I can see,
Just lift your cross and follow close to me.”

“I work so hard for Jesus” I often boast and say
“I’ve sacrificed a lot of things to walk the narrow way,
I gave up fame and fortune, I’m worth a lot to Thee”
And then I hear Him gently say to me,
“I left the throne of glory and counted it but loss,
My hands were nailed in anger upon a cruel cross,
But now we’ll make the journey with your hand safe in mine,
So lift your cross and follow close to me.

Oh Jesus if I die upon a foreign field someday,
‘Twould be no more than love demands, no less could I repay,
“No greater love hath mortal man than for a friend to die”
These are the words He gently spoke to me,
“If just a cup of water I place within your hand
Then just a cup of water is all that I demand.
But if by death to living they can Thy glory see,
I’ll take my cross and follow close to Thee.