You're beautiful...

I got home yesterday from Young Life camp, after a 38 hour bus ride.
It was an incredible 10 days surrounded by the Rocky Mountains and God's creation, loving on high schoolers and pointing them to Christ in everything we did.

From the ropes course, to the rappel tower.  To the top of Chrysolite Mountain- 13,000 ft up, a lot of whining, followed by rejoicing and a mountaintop sermon.  We sang Taylor Swift and then worship music at the top of our lungs. We rode horses, and square-danced, and celebrated Christmas in August. We laughed and cried at the skits and the message. And on the last day we all dined at one long table. I imagine dinner in heaven looks something like this- surrounded by smiling faces of the friends that I pray come to know Jesus.

The TRUTH was made real and accessible to kids carrying around more pain and heartache and stress and fears and worries and loneliness, and rough, jagged edges. And they got a chance to just be kids. To be innocent and vulnerable.

And as they let down their defenses, hearts were broken, and then healed, and restored by our Savior.
And it was beautiful. 

I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say,  You’re beautiful

I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who You are
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful

I see you there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now you are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You’re beautiful, you're beautiful

When we arrive at eternity’s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we’ll sing
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful


  1. Such beautiful pictures and glad it was a life changing week.
    'You were made for this!' : )


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