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Every year our church spends a weekend camping at our Bible camp at Kenosee Lake. We stay up too late, eat too much food, hear some good lessons and generally just have fun together. This year, the weekend ended with a “Water gun fight”. Several of boys were running around the camp spraying people, so one of the dads called a few of the younger girls over and said, “In the back of my truck I have a couple of really big water guns. Go fill them up, but don’t tell the boys. When they come running by, jump out and let them have it.” The girls thought this was a great idea, so they grabbed the guns and ran off. Soon, the boys went into one of the buildings to refill. The girls hid by the door, water guns loaded and ready. When they boys came out, the girls jumped out of their hiding spot and, as you can imagine, the fight was on. There were kids running everywhere. In the middle of all this, though, a girl named Tayler stopped and asked one of the smaller boys, “Do you m

The annual “Estevan Rodeo Parade” goes down 13th avenue, right past our church building and this makes it a popular place to gather. People come and sit on the lawn, or in the shade of the building. It is really nice. What makes the day even nicer is that, every year, one of our church members, a man named Richard, always gives my girls some money and sends them to Dairy Queen for ice cream. This year our girls said, “You know what? We think that it is our turn to buy ice cream for Richard”. That made me happy. I mean, here are my kids thinking about other people, remembering the kindness of someone else and wanting to pay it back (even if it was with my money). They wanted to be generous, so Sara gave them some money and they ran off to Dairy Queen to buy dilly bars for Richard. When they came back, we told the girls to go down the line of people and hand out the ice cream. Now, what I meant was, “Hand it out to our friends”. However, my youngest daughter did not g