all this motion, just to stay the same

Coming back here for me is akin to slipping on a pair of your favorite something. Well worn, soft in all the right places...and you know who you are in the clothes. They fit you, they stretched with you. I say that this camp is like my heart's second home, but it's more than just the camp -- it's these people. It's these people who I've grown up with, who know me for me, and it's easy. I know who I am here. And it's these kids -- kids I've known since they were 6, kids I met for the first time today. It's the rugged hospitality, the southern drawl, the encouragement and excitement at this rustic, simple camp. It's Jonesville, and driving by the trailers and civil war houses. It's the beauty of the landscape, the lush rolling hills and 87% humidity. It's the simplicity and barrenness of life, the struggle to survive and the safe haven that CMMBC presents. It's all of the cultural and contextual issues that go into creating this environment of poverty and abundant living that fall by the wayside as you love the kids IN THE MOMENT.

Why does this feel so much like home to me? I'm truly conscious of what's missing here (you) and the skip in my heart tells me that all would nearly be complete with you here. I wish I could share this with you. I wish you could see what I see, live what i'm living, feel this second home for me. I don't know why this place gets me this way, I only know that somehow, I'm doing what I love to do, with people I love doing that ministry with. I need to bring this heart place back to Saint Paul with me, I can't imagine leaving this peace behind. I can't imagine the peace that awaits me. I just can't imagine.