once far off


The biggest fear I had when moving was the fear of isolation.

When I was a girl growing up, my favorite part about camp, besides everything about it, was the staff friendships.  Coming back to work every summer was like coming home to family.

My sisters spent their summers with Teen Missions, carrying Jesus across the Equator for the children of Honduras and the Galapagos Islands.  I played kickball with campers.

I watch my kids now, playing ball in the same field with Papa, and it doesn’t seem real.  The place where we were worlds apart becomes the place where worlds collide.

This is the way of God, both past and present, far and near

Still working in mysterious ways.

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