But it s not the same people year after year. They grapple with reality and grow and find a Saviour. Include me in it. For some of us there s no other way. I actually went to Wildwood, Georgia, with my first husband and three sons.
Little boys are a pretty good reality-check for righteousness.
But it takes time. Nobody can tell you the little group toiling up the ladder has leaned their ladder against the hen house and they ll only have to climb down again. You figure it out eventually. Add to that, that there are dear, dear saints who serve selflessly year after year, with no rewards that I can compute. I really thought, when I started to work on this article, that there s a huge upsurge in new groups.