Authors: Annie Tipton
Church Camp Chaos
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Dickinson Press, Inc., Grand Rapids, MI 49512; February 2014; D10004316
“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the L
ORD
.
“They are plans for good and not for disaster
,
to give you a future and a hope.”
J
EREMIAH
29:11
May 25
Remember when I started writing in you last summer? Remember the fun we had and the memories we made? Wasn’t it great? Remember how I got lazy and stopped writing in you after Christmas?
Yeah, that happened. I’m sorry. The good news is, I’m back now!
Why did I stop writing in you? I blame the longest, most frigidest and snowiest winter ever in the history of Wisconsin. I like snow as much as the next midwestern girl (sledding and snow forts and snowmen and snowball fights and ice-skating are the best!), but by the time January rolled around and the serious cold set in, most of my daydreams had something to do with turning into a bear just so I could actually hibernate until spring. How cold was it? I’m talking temperatures that would freeze the inside of your nose (also known as the weirdest feeling ever) the instant you stepped outside.
During a particularly cold week in February when the temperature was way below zero every day, Dad decided to do a little arctic weather experiment he’d seen on an Internet video. Of course, this got me and my little brother, Isaac, curious, because the last time Dad tried something he saw on the Internet, it ended with Diet Coke and Mentos (you know, those white, round-shaped mints you can get at the grocery store checkout) sprayed all over the side of the minivan. (Mom wasn’t too thrilled about that.)
But with no soda or mints in sight, I asked Dad what he was going to do this time, but he just said to watch and wait. So Dad bundled up like he was going on a long trek through the snow-covered streets. Then he filled a pan with water from the sink and put it on the stovetop to heat up. Again we tried to ask him questions, but he just acted like he couldn’t hear us through his toboggan hat and scarf wrapped around his face and ears. When the water got to a good boil, Dad picked the pan up by its handle, pushed through the kitchen door, and stepped out onto the back patio. Mom, Isaac, and I pressed up against the window to watch. Already we could see billowing steam coming off the hot water in the pan. He pointed at the steam and gave a thumbs-up with his gloved hand, and then, without warning, he hurled the boiling water up into the air!
(Side note: I’m just a kid, Diary, but even I know throwing boiling water up in the air would normally be a supremely dumb idea … but in subzero temperatures, something almost like magic happened.)
The instant the water hit the freezing air, it burst into an exploding cloud of white snow and ice that fell back to the ground as the wind blew it toward the swing set at the edge of the backyard. In two words, it was
spectacularly magnificent
.
