Days at camp can be long and I'm just settling down for sleep. The voices of 5th and 6th graders singing of God's love are still floating through my thoughts. The speaker told us about Peter. How he was a work in progress. Peter, one of the twelve, spent lots of time with Jesus. But when it came down to it, Peter denied Him. God didn't leave Peter in that place of denial and guilt. He showed up on the shore one day and asked Peter one question,
"Peter, do you love me?"
What happens when we put our own name in the place of Peter's.
Like, "Stacy, do you love me?"
I've considered that question at times over the years. If I'm honest sometimes my actions don't match the answer to that question. I want them to but I've come to realize like Peter...I'm a work in progress.
Goodnight from everyone here at camp...lights out.
