Who Eats Ice Cream while Camping?

Over Spring Break, our family ventured into the Chickasaw National Park wilderness for four days of tent camping with friends from church. Bacon on the cast iron skillet, steak and potatoes, Kellie's Dutch Oven peach cobbler, sleeping in forty degree temperature with our dog Daisy and roasting wieners over the fire are some of the family memories we make while camping. This trip, however, will go down as the most unforgettable camping experience of our life.
On Good Friday, our son, daughter and friend's daughter, ten, eight and nine, decided to explore the campground on their bikes. A van (out of state tags with no back seats and a dog in the rear), female driving, male in his twenties w/ beard and piercings, rolled up. The guy hopped out asking our kids if they had seen a dog similar to theirs. Our kids, having been taught to never talk to strangers, much less ones luring you with a dog story, etc. approached the van to get a closer look. As God is our shield and protector, our friends teen age kids asked to go get "Dibs" ice cream at the Wal Mart in town. No one eats ice cream on a camping adventure and dads never say yes the first time teens ask crazy questions. Not our friend, though. He immediately jumped in his car with his two teens driving up on the scene of either a potential abduction or who knows what? God's timing is remarkable.
A minute sooner or two "We'll go in a little bit" laters and our families could have been scarred forever. Fortunately, God did not make us drink from that cup. Praise God that we are not solely responsible for the protection of our precious gifts from Him. Our kids rode home on their bikes a little shaken, parents freaked, but praising God for Dibs ice cream and His timing. It will be a Good Friday to never forget. God's grace is indescribable. I can't imagine life without His protection.