Coerced Into The Cabin Confines

Sunday Aug 6th –

 

That morning’s service was a continuation from the previous weeks, helping to bring out more about the attitude behind criticism, what brings it on and how to keep thoughts of that kind away.

It’s a captivating and also tough subject… for me at least.
Knowing how much it can affect not only yourself but whomever or whatever you criticize, truly having to have the spirit of Christ so He is reflected outward and the one behind your motives and intentions.

I’m sure I’m not explaining it well enough so forgive my lack of words πŸ˜‰

The sister and mother where planning on heading up to the family cabin with the girls and meeting Dad there and Mike and I would follow later along with the others.

But then the sister started casually implying that my presence would be enjoyed and that it would be nice if I came up the whole time and then as she worked on me, Mike said how he was kind of at a stand still on house stuff and that he could come up too.
So the plans changed and we were also cabin bound for a longer duration then we had first planned 😜

A small nap was taken and then Pro made everyone some mozza and tomato bread with pesto and basil, drizzled with balsamic vinegar for an evening snack 😍

 

 

Mike wanted a haircut and I convinced him the price Mom charged was worth trying her services out 😏

 

 

 

Cabin packing began a little and the evening commenced.

 

 

Monday Aug 7th –

 

 

The morn was filled with cabin packing, loading and leaving home preparations.

Mike and I headed to town with the car, to grab a few more things before heading up.
Fishing licenses, cake mix, shirts for the kids to color on, flip-flops which were actually really hard to find since stores seem to think no one breaks flip-flops at the end of summer and last but not least, cheese bread sticks and boneless wings from Pizza Hut πŸ˜ŽπŸ—πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

The three-hour drive north began around 1:00 and I tried to sleep it away but my age has suddenly caught up to me and everything hurts, especially when trying to sleep in the car 😜

We made it to the camp ground loading dock, waiting a few minutes for Dad to return with the boat, since he’d already taken the others and the first load of supplies across.

And supplies there were many and rightfully so.
We counted out what we would need for one, egg breakfast if everyone came up when they said they would, and that alone would require 20 eggs πŸ˜‚πŸ™ˆ

The evening unwound as the first night at the cabin usually does.
Unpacking, sorting this and that out and after a hot dog supper, an early bed for all.

 

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