Clinton Camp....Another Camp Has Come and Gone

I love Clinton Camp, I have so many fond memories from childhood... Staying in a room (in the old dorm) with Laura and Teresa. OH MY!! We never had a dull moment!
This year I was able to be there for most of the time, I came home for a couple of days and did some laundry. I was so HAPPY to get to spend time with my sister and her precious little family. She promises to spend the entire time next year. YAYYY!!
I was thrilled to get to see one of my closest friends that I had not seen for a looong time, Renee White. So glad we connected again, and have plans to do it again real soon. Perhaps if Paul goes bear hunting again I'll spend another week. :) That was a great time, sweet memories!
We had awesome services and heard awesome sermons. Bro. Grile is one of my very favorites, and I hope to get to take some of his Bible classes one of these days. He definitely can take you into the covers of the Bible and he has a way of making you want to stay for a while. Bro. England is also a great man of God and feeds you with his insight. I came away feeling as though I had feasted on God's Word.
I love it when I can have a great time with family and friends, Clinton is one great place!

This is the cabin that we bought at Clinton, it is really nice. It is small but perfect for our little family. We purchased it back in January of this year... we were given a cabin on Birch St. so decided to give it to Steve's mom and dad to use when they are there. It needs some work but they were able to put a new roof on it during camp while Mark was there with UBC. It looks really nice and patriotic. :)

Sorry I don't have more photos to post, I didn't carry my camera around with me. Maybe next time I'll make it more a priority. ;)

Tribute to My Dad, Teddy Maley

My dad went to Heaven 14 years ago today.

Just Lift Up Holy Hands... And Worship Him

Worship is when you're aware that what you've been given is far greater than what you can give. Worship is the awareness that were it not for his touch, you'd still be hobbling and hurting, bitter and broken. Worship is the half-glazed expression on the parched face of a desert pilgrim as he discovers that the oasis is not a mirage.
Worship is the "thank-you" that refuses to be silenced.
We have tried to make a science out of worship. We can't do that. We can't do that any more than we can "sell love" or "negotiate peace."
Worship is a voluntary act of gratitude offered by the saved to the Savior, by the healed to the Healer, and by the delivered to the Deliverer. And if you and I can go days without feeling an urge to say "thank you" to the One who saved, healed, and delivered us, then we'd do well to remember what he did.

The old man on the pier couldn't go a week without saying "thank you." His name was Eddie Reckenbacker. If you were alive in October 1942, you probably remember the day that he was reported missing at sea.
He had been sent on a mission to deliver a message to General Douglas MacArthur. With a handpicked crew in a B-17 known as "Flying Fortress," he set off across the South Pacific. Somewhere the crew became lost, the fuel ran out, and the plane went down.
All eight crew members escaped into the life rafts. They battled the weather, the water, the sharks, and the sun. But most of all, they battled the hunger. After eight days, their rations were gone. They ran out of options. It would take a miracle for them to survive.
And a miracle occurred.
After an afternoon devotional service, the men said a prayer and tried to rest. As Rickenbacker was dozing with his hat over his eyes, something landed on his head. He would later say that he knew it was a sea gull. He didn't know how he knew; he just knew. That gull meant food..... if he could catch it. And he did.
The flesh was eaten. The intestines were used as fish bait. And the crew survived.
What was a sea gull doing hundreds of miles away from land?
Only God knows.
But whatever the reason, Rickenbacker was thankful. As a result, every Friday evening this old captain walked to the pier, his bucket full of shrimp and his heart full of thanks.
We'd be wise to do the same. We've much in common with Rickenbacker. We, too, were saved by a Sacrificial Visitor.
We, too, were rescued by One who journeyed far from only God knows where.
And we, like the captain, have every reason to look into the sky... and Worship.
Max Lucado "In the Eye of the Storm"

Cruisin' the Ohio River

Today was a beautiful day to be on the lake. We all got plenty of sun :)

Candi enjoying the ride on mommy's lap

And then on Bubby's lap :)

Bro. and Sis. Shaw our friends... He is the Pastor of the Marietta Church.

Candi ready for her afternoon nap... The water, sun and fresh air made her very drowsy!

Trip to Clinton

Today we got up and went to the furniture store in the Plains, we got a really great deal on a mattress and box spring set, so we loaded it into our van, and made our way out to Clinton to drop it off at our cabin, I did some cleaning and got the curtains to bring home to wash. We needed to see what all we needed when we go back out, it needs paint around the windows and the door so Canaan is excited about painting. I cannot believe Clinton is only 1 week from today. And then I get to see my sister. YAYYY!! I want to hold Hunter so bad, and can hardly wait!!

Weekend in Indiana

Steve was scheduled to speak on Sunday night in Indiana, on our way out on Sunday afternoon we stopped in to spend some time with John and Beverly Crull and Haley. We had a nice visit with them and got ready for the service there.

Haley and Candi telling each other good-bye. Haley is a very affectionate little girl :)

We were delighted to be with Marc and Melody Dodrill on Sunday night, Steve spoke in the service and we went to their home for snacks after church. Yummy!

We stayed in the mobile home that Ray Matthews and his wife provide. It was a lovely place to stay and so comfortable. We then met the Dodrill's on Monday at Denny's before heading back home.

Independance Day

It turned out to be a beautiful evening but the fireworks were canceled anyway because it had rained earlier in the day.

We had a midnight cookout :) at Steve's mom and dad's after the prayer service. The Pettet's and Hunter's joined us. It was a nice time, and good food.

Candi loves corn on the cob :)

Psalm 40:2

He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my foot upon a ROCK, and established my goings.