We just drove back from our family retreat to Catholic Familyland in Ohio, and boy are we tired! But we have also been spiritually fed, bonded together as a family, and made memories to last a lifetime. I have so many photos and stories to share, that I'm going to break this up into two parts. Tonight I will focus on the journey that led our family to Catholic Familyland.
We first heard about this magical place from Phil's brother, Bob, and his wife Larisa, who have been going there for years with their eight children. It always sounded a little corny (I mean, can a marketing team help them out with a new name?) and involved camping - not bare necessity camping, but also not glamping, which is the only way I would have considered camping in the past. My idea of a nice family vacation is a big house on a beach. Not the mountains, not the woods, not in nature. And most definitely not in a cabin with no running water, toilet, or shower.
But then the pandemic hit.
And we were all stuck inside our house for months on end.
And all our normal summer events got canceled.
And we suddenly had all the time in the world but were so sick of the world, that we wanted an escape.
We were talking to Bob and Larisa, who mentioned what week they were going to Catholic Familyland (or "Church Camp" as they refer to it) and the Holy Spirit opened my heart just enough to actually entertain the passing thought of "I wonder if we could ever do that?"
I started researching
their Holy Family Fests, looked at a couple blogger's reviews, casually mentioned it to Phil, and began envisioning the idea of a week roughing it in Ohio.
Guys, when I tell you that it took a literal PANDEMIC to ever let me consider doing something like this, I am not kidding. I felt so depressed about the events going on in the world, so disheartened at seeing people violently debate politics, mask-wearing, and BLM, that I just wanted to go somewhere to deepen my faith and show my kids that not all people are crazy. Well, some may say that Catholics are crazy, but I will be happy to be in that crazy camp anytime.
I had to talk Phil into going, which was ironic because he is the theology teacher who would normally love to go camping and/or on a retreat. But to his credit, he knows me best and was worried that all of my anxieties about the trip might get the best of me as it got closer. I assured him that I felt STRONGLY called to do this with our family, and he happily went along with it. We planned to drive from Massachusetts to Maryland to visit his parents for a couple days before heading to
Franciscan University in Steubenville, Ohio to show the kids our alma mater.
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