.there are 28 days, 15 hours and 33 minutes until we get to Creation. 32 minutes. 31:40...you get the point. Ever since I can remember, my sisters and I have had a "countdown to Creation". Starting in January. (I only wish I were kidding, because then you might not possibly think I'm a TOTAL dork.) Before the grand and glorious age of computers and time-left-countdown tickers, Gwenn and I would make a chart on January 1st. We'd take a piece of paper from one of our Trapper Keepers and write "Creation Days" on the top. Then we'd make columns of numbers, starting with one hundred eighty-whatever days there were until the day we left. We'd affix said paper to the back of our bedroom door and attach a pencil with a piece of string and some tape.
The tragedy would come when we'd forget for a day or two to cross off a day and then have to re-count on the calendar. (You'd think that two gals as smart as Gwenn and I would have come up with a better plan...like, you know, writing the days on the actual calendar.)
Creation is my happy place. Everyone has one. That's mine. I started going to the Creation Festival when I was 4, almost 5. (Incidentally, there is a month difference in the age I was and the age my son will be this year at the festival. I wonder if he'll remember it?) We started doing staff/set-up when I was 9, in 1985. That was the second year that the festival was at its current location. That was the year I met Jay, who is the friend I've known the longest that I still keep up with. (Good LORD did I have a crush on that boy!)
I started out cleaning bath-houses and port-a-potties with my mother. I've since moved on to other jobs, but the smell of Tackle (which, for those not in the know, is now marketed under the name "Clorox Clean-Up") will still take me directly back to when I was 9. (And 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.) When I was 16, I started climbing steel for the set-up.
There are so many people who have come into my life because of Creation. I won't start naming names, because I'd be sure to forget someone. I've met my (literally) best friends there. (OK, naming names...Heidi and John!) I've met some total and complete whack-jobs there. (REALLY not naming names here, but if anyone wants to comment with some guesses, I can't control that...)
I am thrilled beyond anything I can say that my husband and my children have such a love for it. Jon mentioned to my mom today that "this year is my 10th Creation".) Both of use were completely taken aback...how can this be? You're the "new guy"! (haha) I say that only because this is Mom and my 29th Creation. That's totally crazy to me. (And in case any of you were wondering, I DO count 1995 and 2006. I was there. I set up. I played worship music for y'all! IT HAPPENED.)
I'm attaching some pictures of my happy place here. If you're a Creation reader, please comment on one (or more!) of your favorite Creation memories. If you have a picture you can e-mail me, I'll post that, too. If you've never gone to Creation, here's my 10-words or less description: Jesus Woodstock. Camping. Teaching. Killer music. Rockin' kids ministry.
If you want to know more, go to www.Creationfest.com (I go to Creation East, although I've been told the West version rocks, too!). The catch-phrase of their promos says, "It will be the highlight of your summer...maybe your life!" I know it is and always has been for me.
The whole campsite crew
Fred! (Micah says, "He's pretty much the reason I go to Creation")
Marlowe and Elanit, our own personal Mary Poppinses
Heidi (I mentioned Heidi, didn't I? lol)
My favorite sound guy :)
I think Micah's singing here (at least I hope so)
Abbie's leading worship with me
Yes. You stink.
Me and my babies at the lookout
My favorite part of Creation
Astroturf nap. (Look how BLOND my boy is!)
I can only imagine the Newsboys are playing here.
After my first time 4-wheeling (and John, whom I mentioned)
Nanny and Abbie
Yes, she pretty much stays dirty the whole time
Paul (Cabana Boy) and Madison and...some other people....
Hey, that's a pretty nice stage we built, Mr. Rollhauser!
Micah on stage with Bigsby.
Micah and Bob the Tomato.
Another sunrise over another tear-down. (love this picture)