Captain’s Log

0745, May 28, 2019
Hi 94° and sunny in Subligna, GA

“Shot at with BB’s”
Dear Me,
I drove to Dalton, GA, this morning to intrercept the portable camp refrigerator from Amazon at the UPS Customer Center. I will leave the Prius at the Johnson’s carriage house, then we will pick up the camp boys in the Honda Odyssey in Atlanta.  That van is jam packed, even the small carrierr hitched to the back holds two black storage boxes from Lowe’s. The first aid box is stocked, although I need to pick up some additional non-stick gauze pads. I had to apply a charcoal and flax meal poultice to Caiden’s face. He was stung by a yellow jacket. Wasps do not like to be shot at with BB’s.
Stacy Sweeney

Yellow Jacket

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0742, May, 29,2019
Hi 92°, sunny and breezy at San Fernandina Beach, FL

“Your Momma”
Dear Me,
Despite all the “Your momma!” jokes, there are some courteous boys calling to update their mothers as to their whereabouts along the coast of Florida. I told Deyanciss, Ty’rese, and Dequavious that I didn’t know if they were being motivated by fear of the unknown or if they missed their momma’s voice.

Deyanciss said, “My great, great grandmother was a Cherokee Indian. That makes me a Cherokee.” And I said, “That must make me from the light side of the Cherokee.”
Stacy Sweeney

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0646, May, 30, 2019
Hi 93°, sunny and breezy at San Fernandina Beach, FL

“Exploring the Beach”
Dear Me,
I live on miracles and where adults preserve the childhood of all engaged. Like collecting shark teeth as panning for gold. We need these sort of things to keep the kids occupied while exploring the beach. I wonder if Deyanciss, Dequavious, Ty’rese, Keller and Caiden know what they are capable of. These boys collected a total of ten shark teeth. Shark teeth are not seashells. In other words, I’m comparing their future to large scale marine life to small scale invertebrates such as clams, snails, and oysters.

We were eating sandwiches for lunch in Fort Clinch Park when Beverly, a retired P.E. teacher and Clark Atlanta alumni, was strolling by and decided to chat and drop off her leftover veggie pizza for the occupants at our picnic table. God continues to make small, simple provisions for the occupants of his “school bus.”

“This park is the Florida I remember as a little girl growing up.” Beverly said. This summer, we are exchanging their miniature world for a larger world view.
Stacy Sweeney

Seagull at San Fernandina Beach, FL. Photo by Stacy Sweeney.

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1011, May, 31, 2019
Hi 88°, partly sunny in Atlanta, GA

“Missing in Action”
Dear Me,
How you tell the story matters. How you survive matters. I like to put the best possible spin on everything. I was voted off Amelia Island.

When you’re camping, you’re camping. I was not prepared for the Florida heat. It was impossible to control the heat. There was no place to go to escape it.

I am disappointed. I do not know what they are going to do without me. They spend 90 percent of their time making sure I am comfortable.

Earth Stratosphere. Photo by Stacy Sweeney.

I wanted to write and be part of a local mission story every day for nine weeks, but the Lord leads some in one direction, and some in another. May it spur you on to vibrant community building, unveiling a sanctuary in every community, home and heart.
Stacy Sweeney