I miss the people I miss. The planning and dreaming stages since March all collided into this past week at Firefall 2013 HS Camp!
I stepped out of the car, full of steak fries from Red Robin. It was so silent. For audio engineers, they refer to it as a perfect 0. It was a new 0 of silence for me. The rocky gravel path, forestry and no reception. I was in Mineral, Washington.
The way God crafted the ensemble was astounding. The myriad of musicians and worship leaders that stepped up helped my worship. I sang, meditated, shouted, danced, confessed, and proclaimed praise. Jesus continued to move me. At the top of our hike laid a cross and a steep valley colored in evergreen. I don’t know much, but I know this: I am nothing w/o the one who created me.
I love my small group. I love the guys in my lodge. Spectacular leaders with great passion for young people. I love the energy of youth. And I love when we have questions, doubts, faith, investigating.
Now the patience to remember. Acts 1:8. Power
1. Synchronized swimming
2. Board of Encouragement Notes
3. My Small Group
4. The Lodge
5. What if churches opened their doors to poor and enslaved people
7. People stepping up on instru
9. Joy taught me cups
10. Zach & Caleb, they those peeps that can bend their fingers in weird directions