For the last number of years we have spent the last week of  April up in the mountains above Bamenda, in the NW Region.  We gather together with a group of missionaries for a week of Family Camp.  It is one of the high points of our year.  We love the fellowship and the spiritual refreshment.  The food is always fantastic, and the wonderful mountain setting is breathtaking.  

The suitcase is already packed.  The taxi is scheduled to arrive at 6 a.m. tomorrow.  But there is just one thing wrong with this picture.  Jim came down with a bug last evening, and in spite of every effort, is still running a small temperature, and is still suffering from other symptoms.  Earlier in the day when it became obvious that he would not be making the trip, he insisted that I go on without him.  In fact if he recovers in the next day or two, he plans on joining us for the last half of Family Camp.  I am certainly praying to that end.  Family Camp just won't be the same without him.