Camping

Well, I went on my first camping trip of the summer this weekend. One of my friends decided to go camping for her birthday (which was two months ago) so we went.
Some of you maybe have never gone camping, or at least not real camping. Real camping is when you are not staying in a cabin with running—hot—water, electricity, flushing toilets, oven, and carpet.
No, that's not camping, you're just cheating yourself when you do that. No, this was real camping meaning that there was no electricity, hot running water, sleeping on mattresses on the ground in a tent or trailer, cooking over the fire or with a gas stove, and the only toilet is a pit in the ground. Oh, and it rained a little, you cannot consider yourself a true camper unless you've camped in the rain.
With all these elements combined you've probably figured out that there was no showers. So yes, I did not wash my hair or self for two days. (sometimes it's been longer like four days) So when I got home what did I do? Take a shower.
It was the most wonderful shower ever!!! Twoish days of muck and grime cleaned off. It's worth not showering, just for that feeling.
It's kind of like us and God. We go camping and get dirty, mucky, and gross, like life. Then he takes us home and cleans us all up and we feel AWESOME!!! No spa or hot tube can compare. It doesn't matter how many times we get dirty, he always cleans us up.