This past weekend was the first Scouts campout for our Troop since the pandemic struck. I’m the Scoutmaster, and I was extremely happy to be back out there.
But I struggled with exactly how to share the experience. There’s so much to be said about Scouts being unable to enjoy the outdoors for so many months… about our current situation… about our current leadership… about our current fear… and so on and so on. This could be a book.
But then I saw my BIZCATALYST 360° pal Mohamed Hammoud’s article about gratitude, which he just published. Bingo (Thanks, Mohamed):
I’m grateful we finally got back out there.
I’m grateful for the sixteen Scouts who took a weekend away from their homes and modern technology and instead played and cooked and sat around the campfire and slept out in the woods.
I’m grateful for the twelve other adults who came along to help and to enjoy nature right alongside our Scouts.
I’m grateful to the other parents who made a couple of two-hour round trips to get their Scouts to the camp and back home again.
I’m grateful to God for the absolutely glorious warm and sunny weekend He gave us–and even for the bit of chill, He threw on Saturday night to remind us it’s October in Michigan. And for His beautiful fall colors, especially the one spot on our afternoon hike where the fast-setting sun created a ceiling of glowing golden foliage that stretched over the entire hillside where we stopped for a rest. Breathtaking!