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.

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