As I stand before a week of unknowns...I get goosebumps. So many amazing moments fill the space between when I get to Front Royal on Friday Night and leave 8 days later on Saturday. You never know ahead of time...but it all stays with you and grows. You don't ever forget a life altering conversation or a smiling face. It is what keeps you going...it is fuel. It is a purpose. My purpose. Our purpose.
I could not help going back through a scrap book I created after my first year at Camp in 2002. So of course...I am going to share those memories here too. ;)