words fall short.

Where i used to spend my summers at camp, in the forest there is a tiny wooden chapel between clearwater site and AC. As a camper i used to love going to it, there was something so magical yet powerful about that chapel. As a staff i would spend the majority of my hours off in that chapel, still captivated by it's quiet beauty. I always thought it was the perfect size, just big enough for a man, his thoughts, and the presence of God. It had these giant windows that over looked the surrounding lake and forest, it was perfect. I can recall countless hours spent sitting on it's tiny pews, wrestling with God, but in the same time being humbled and brought to a place of peace. I wish i had a safe place like that here.


"Your grace has found me just as i am.
Empty handed by alive in your hands."