Day 10: Holy
There are places in our lives that become holy spaces. For me, the place I always think of immediately is (of course) Camp Wanake, most especially the outpost area. I can't even tell you how many nights I laid out in those fields and looked at the stars.
Or how much time I have spent sitting in this window listening to frogs or watching thunderstorms. Years after my last summer at Wanake, I still wish I could magically be transported here during storms.
This place made me who I am and I love to go back, visit, and reflect on where I am and where I am going. God has never failed to meet me in this place in whatever way I need. This beautiful, spiritual place among the hills is most definitely holy in my life.
Comments
Post a Comment