Today marked our fifth and final day of Bible camp. I can sum up my state of mind by transposing a quick note I sent off to Kate: "I can't think straight. Let me call you or email you when I'm not ready to bash my kids head in with a crucifix."
Yes, people, "Love is Patient, Love is Kind." However, I don't recall Jesus ever having to open 13 juiceboxes in 100 degree heat.
Not that a crucifixtion is pleasant.
Shutting up now.
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