When I was little, we went to church. My mother is Catholic and went to a Catholic school back in her day. My dad’s family, on the other hand, is Lutheran. My brother was the requisite alter boy and both him and my sister made their communion and confirmation. Me, I went to CCD many years after them and “quit”. My parents let me. So I made communion but am not confirmed.
Fast forward many years later. I made it to church for weddings, funerals and other sorts of events like that over the years. I got married in my in-laws backyard by the Justice of the Peace. My ex was also born and raised catholic. So when we had Baylee, we decided to baptize her Catholic. And that was that. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I believe in God and I pray, and always have. I am sure I will get many comments and slaps in the face on this post. That is why we live in this wonderful country and everyone has an opinion and I have the right to “write”.
However, the events the last couple years in my personal life have really got me thinking again on my spirituality. For starters, Baylee is very curious and wanting to learn more about God. My mother being in the hospital last year, new job, new beginnings, etc. I have prayed more in the last year than I have in my entire life. I pray in the car and talk to God on my way to work every morning. It gets me through thd day. I have been struggling to find a church I like here locally. But I also know that going to church doesn’t make me religious, either.
Last summer Baylee and I attended a mother/daughter Christian weekend camp in Southern Minnesota, Camp Omega. We were joined by our best friends, and another mother/daughter team. At that point in my life, I needed a weekend away like you wouldn’t believe. And I got it. We stayed in a cabin with several other mothers, daughters, and grandmothers. We shared stories with strangers and bonded with them. The girls had their time and we had ours. We canoed, played games, sang by the campfire (short of “Kumbaya” LOL), watched the fellowship in skits, and did archery. And we prayed.
As I walked around that weekend taking photos of the beauty around us, I thought about how God has touched everything around us and how he will make it good again. I came back renewed and refreshed with a little more sense of spirituality. I still haven’t found a church yet, but I continue to pray and I know God is talking to me through the photos I take. Photography is my outlet and my therapy. Sometimes I think that it is also my spirituality.
At any rate, I am a work in progress as far as spirituality is concerned. As with many aspects of my life. But I know my prayers will be answered and everything will fall into place. I do have faith in that.
Here are some photos I took of that weekend.