French showed up mid-week and quickly volunteer to spend the day cutting lawn. The grass was so lush, especially in comparison to last year's drought. One morning, before another day of lawn cutting, French slipped into Primetime (an hour of praise, worship, teaching and prayer). It was good to see him even jump and dance around a bit during one of the songs.
He'll hate me for this, but he stopped at one point and his eyes looked a bit wet. I asked him later in the day about that, and he said that he was struck during the singing about how many blessing have flowed out to him via his relationships from Camp IAWAH.
Blessings do abound.
Here is some rough Primetime footage from my iPhone.
4 comments:
I've missed your blog posts so much. I mean that in the most authentic, earnest, heartfelt way possible. I find that I so desperately want people to stop preaching at me, right now, especially in the church of the blogosphere. I just want someone to tell me a story, and no one--NO ONE--does that like you.
So glad you shared the video (and story). I love seeing the excited worship of the young people. Watching others worship enhances my own.
I still have fond memories of my own mosquite-infested, sweat-dripping days at summer camp. :-)
camp is an incredible place. i love that you're so involved. it helped me immeasurably when i was a child, to find Jesus. thank you so much for your support over the past week, too, ollie. it's meant the world to me. e.
I was a camp girl.
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