![]() ![]() Turn and set out on your journey, and go to the hill country of the Amorites, and to all their neighbors in the Arabah, in the hill country, in the lowland, in the Negev, by the seacoast, the land of the Canaanites, and Lebanon, as far as the great river, the river Euphrates. Turn and take your journey, and go to the mountains of the Amorites, to all the neighboring places in the plain, in the mountains and in the lowland, in the South and on the seacoast, to the land of the Canaanites and to Lebanon, as far as the great river, the River Euphrates. Turn you, and take your journey, and go to the mount of the Amorites, and unto all the places nigh thereunto, in the plain, in the hills, and in the vale, and in the south, and by the sea side, to the land of the Canaanites, and unto Lebanon, unto the great river, the river Euphrates. Resume your journey and go to the hill country of the Amorites go to all the neighboring peoples in the Arabah, in the hill country, in the foothills, in the Negev, and along the seacoast to the land of the Canaanites and to Lebanon, as far as the great River Euphrates. Turn and take your journey, and go to the hill country of the Amorites and to all their neighbors in the Arabah, in the hill country and in the lowland and in the Negeb and by the seacoast, the land of the Canaanites, and Lebanon, as far as the great river, the river Euphrates. Go to the land of the Canaanites and to Lebanon, and all the way to the great Euphrates River. ![]() Go to the hill country of the Amorites and to all the neighboring regions-the Jordan Valley, the hill country, the western foothills, the Negev, and the coastal plain. Whatever the name, the spirit of the Lord was there and we were blessed.Break camp and advance into the hill country of the Amorites go to all the neighboring peoples in the Arabah, in the mountains, in the western foothills, in the Negev and along the coast, to the land of the Canaanites and to Lebanon, as far as the great river, the Euphrates. We used to call it the tabernacle, then the multiplex building. It has resumed its place and opened its arms. The former structure was a victim of the heavy snowpack in more recent years. It was encouraging to see the rebuilt facility on the family camp side. Trails disappeared and mud and debris were everywhere. On the youth side many of the cabins along the riverbank were damaged. A rare flood that evacuated Sundre also caused havoc at Camp Harmattan several years ago. With his long history as a youth leader, camp director and pastor, he seemed to know everyone. As we strolled around the grounds we met a few folks I knew, some that I recognized but were known only to Larry. Evenings are always spent around the fire and the acrid wisps stung my eyes and sinuses. The camp was crammed with motorhomes, tent trailers and refurbished cabins.įamily Camp was just that, hordes of children, teens and adults of all ages. We had an early supper and headed out to Camp Harmattan, nestled deep in the river valley. He arrived Sunday mid-afternoon, his first visit since I moved. Other years he only has a day or two, but this August he was here for nearly the entire week. Larry tries to be home in time but didn't make it last year. We were privileged to attend this summer. Later we began attending at Camp Harmattan, the Nazarene camp. Excellent speakers, uplifting music and strong friendly ties bolstered our faith. James River was also the site of Family Camp for many years and we often attended. Homesickness didn't have time to settle in. The pastor picked me up and returned me home after only a few hours. That same summer, my brother offered my services at vacation Bible school in the tiny Sundre Nazarene Church. My senior counsellor was adept at redirecting and encouraging and soon all was calm. After two full days of tears and withdrawal, her parents were called and she departed, leaving her best friend behind to sink in her own misery. To make matters worse, one of the young girls under our care suffered from the same malady. Although Carol was on site, I only saw her once during the week. I wasn't often away from home and rarely amongst people that I didn't know. One year Carol and I went to James River Bible Camp, she as an assistant horse handler, I as a junior cabin counsellor. Sometimes we were involved in summer camps, always with vacation Bible school. I really don't remember resenting the work. What we received was additional work: more weeding in long, shaggy rows of carrots and beets, shelling endless mounds of peas, cleaning the chicken house. We longed for lazy, sleepy days of downtime. The long summer break was always awaited with anticipation.
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