Today I was reminded about how precious life is. I heard a father speak of the pain he went through (and is still going through) due to the loss of his son 9 years ago. Suicide. What a waste! The survivors are left thinking if there was anything they could have done. And in many cases the victim hides his pain so well, there may not have been warning signs.
I saw the beauty of God’s workmanship in a little known ridge in southern Kentucky. I hiked along the interior into wooded areas I hadn’t seen before. Managed to catch sight of a deer before it ran away.
Saw the artifacts of a previous church camp when I came across a rusted shaving cream can from a past prank. No word on how old it was. Tossed in the woods and forgetten, I stumbled across it and re-tossed it in the trash can this time so that it could be buried once again, this time in a landfill.
Caught a sunrise at Taylor Christian Camp, one thing that I had managed to miss on consective years due to laziness and lack of motivation. The fact that the sun rose at 7AM helped a bit.
Can there be a better place than this? For me the answer is no. It always reminds me of things that really matter. It reminds me of the friendships that were forged there. The relationships that were strengthened. The commitments which were established.