Thursday and Friday night we were camping. It was a fairly nice time.
Thursday we got to the campground around 8pm. We set up and went to sing some songs with the church group that we were camping “with.”
Friday morning, we ate breakfast with the church group and then as it was sweltering hot, we went swiming in the lake.

We were surprised at how nice the swim beach was. The water was so nice and not to cold. It was the only way that we survived the heat. That afternoon it clouded over and there was a nice breeze so we were able to sit and relax while the children didn’t sleep in the tent. I managed to get some knitting done. I came home with half a scarf.

We left early Saturday morning so we could beat the heat. It was certainly good to be home and shower and be able to put Honor down without worring about wether he would try to pull himself up on the fire pit or fall and bonk his head on the concrete.

We both agreed that we would have had more fun if we would have went camping alone as a family instead of going with the church. My reasoning for wanting to go with the church group is that we’ve been going to that church for a year and a half and I still feel no sense of belonging. I thought that being with the “core” group of church goers would help us to finally fit in.

It didn’t. I don’t feel like I developed any deeper relationships than we had before we went camping. It seemed like the “core” group just paid “lip service” to us (ie: how did you sleep, how’s business, your kids are cute, etc.) and didn’t really try to get to know us.

I know that Jim and I are quieter and maybe a little harder to “reach” out to, but I just get this feeling of not being liked. I think that I get to be too sensitive about these things. But, since we feel like it is important to go to church and this is the church that we decided to be committed to, it would be nice to feel “at home”. It would be nice to know that if we weren’t there, we would be missed.

Sign, nothing is ever perfect.