Live Intentionally

Living intentionally.  That has honestly become the new mantra of our household.  Every day is a gift from God, our Savior.  Why waste it?  It is also one of the resolves of New Frontiers, the Christian Adventure Camp my husband and I work at.  And since Waylon is attached at my hip... you could say he works there too.  Almost a mascot of cuteness for the counselors.

Live Intentionally.  Think Metaphorically.  Seek eTruth.

That last one always gets me.  Emergent truth.  Truth that emerges from the metaphors we encounter.  It's the truth we glean from a message or experience that can seem unrelated at the time, but makes us realize a deeper meaning for which we have been searching.  

Just recently, the three of us took a trip to Chattanooga, Tennessee.  We wanted Waylon to go to the zoo and the incline... and we wanted to try the new Taco Bell Breakfast menu...  We're pretty dedicated the way. (In case you're wondering - It was awesome!!)

While we were packing back into the car from Taco Bell, a man with his two sons came walking out behind us.  A New Frontiers bumper sticker is on our car.  All it says is "Live Intentionally."

"I like your bumper sticker.  That is a good life motto."

"Oh have you heard of New Frontiers in Dowelltown, Tennessee?"  And we shared with him our purpose.  Little things like that make me see God's hands.  I believe we were put there that day to show this man a summer camp for his boys.  A camp that will strengthen not only those boys' self esteem, but their eagerness to find truth and understanding for themselves in this world.  A camp that will encourage them to see and accept God's love around them.

NF not only has summer camps, but they also do corporate retreats and church group courses.  Ziplines, giant swings, high ropes, flying squirrels, pamper poles... so much to do!

My favorite part of the camp isn't actually the camp at all.  And it's the sector I have chosen to devote my time to.  It is called ARISE, a children's home and academy.  The camp has two boys home on campus, where up to 16 boys in the system can have a home.  I have felt the need to become a foster parent at some point in the future, and working for these boys, even in small ways like buying groceries, gives me a blessing.

Especially when you drive up with a full car of bags and one boy yells to the others, "It's the angel that brings us food!"

Live Intentionally.  I don't know why we ever lived any other way.