This past weekend I went camping with Alex, Nic, and Lorenzo at our annual church campout for our district. It was at Ft. Meade, FL, with about 1500 other boys and men. The weather was perfect and we had a fantastic time. Cole was there with Mark, his father, and their church.
They had a ball doing what boys do at campouts. They made fires, did knife carvings, played in the creek, went on a zip line, did some horse trading for knives, and ran all over the place.
The best part for me was to see them in the evening church rallies worshipping God. It thrills me to see them growing in God's knowledge and learning how to become fine young men one day. I am so proud of all of them as well as Alex Clark who isn't part of our church district and wasn't there.
Grandchildren are one's legacy. They are the remains through your children of all you are. I see me in them and want so much for them to become all that God has for them to be.
Wanda and I join hands every morning and call all of their names. We pray for God's protection and blessings over them. We pray they will grow in His knowledge. We pray for their faith to grow and for hearts after God.
Nothing could be better than to see all of our children and grandchildren in heaven for all eternity. That is all that matters to me.
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So cool! Loved reading about your grandchildren.
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