680 plus miles.
14 hours in the car.
Driving past what felt like every single "blink-and-you'll-miss-it" small town in the Midwest.
Winding up in a middle-of-nowhere camp with zip cell reception.
Why?
"...to make all men see what is the fellowship of the mystery..." (Eph. 3:9)
So I fretted.
Then we arrived.
And my mind was blown.
We spent much time centered around God's Word, listening to grand messages and testimonies, and singing our hearts out to the best music we've ever had.
My sweet husband gave a great message!
Got a photo with all the speakers!
Barney Monroe, Me, Diana & Neil Schnaath, Lee Homoki, Ted Fellows,
Curt, Kyle, Luke Miller, Cody Stead and Billy Elmquist.
We played. We ate. We sang. We hugged. We talked. We smiled till it hurt and laughed till we cried.
And we're going back next year.
This is my love. My life. This is where my heart thrives and becomes so alive. Friendship centered around the Word of God rightly divided is the most precious thing anyone could ever ask for.
We are the next generation. We are the heartbeat of the movement.
If not us, then who?
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