i can't quite put my finger on it, but camp is home. it is more home than home. i think it is home in the same way that heaven is my home. when i'm there, i feel more at rest, more loved, and more enveloped in community than any other place i can imagine.
there was one time i arrived at camp and walked into the kitchen. lisa was there to welcome me and said simply, "welcome home!"
i think its a small taste of heaven...
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