I had gone to an overnight camp held by a campus Christian group I am involved in. To be honest, I was quite reserved amongst the group. I had not been very active in participating. I would host the daily prayer meetings, but rarely anyone came, and I certainly wondered if any of this had any meaning.
I forced myself to go this time, and thankfully, I did not regret.
Many students attended the camp, a lot that I have not even seen regularly. I saw whom I was praying for, whom I needed to pray for. I remembered the glorious times of a church in love.
Though as lazy as I was, though as scared I was to open up my heart again, God allowed me to look again the love He had made ready for me.
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