I love the Mountains...I love the Rolling Hills

As I get older, I have slowly realized the things about myself that never seem to change. I like sleeping late, rainy nights, long runs, and slow music in the morning. Lately, I am in love with the song "Come to Jesus" by Chris Rice. It comforts me, gives me hope, and reminds me that God always calls us back to Him. It is my hope, that one day I can fully live my life in response to my desires to serve God - completely.

This weekend was extremely productive. I was truly blessed. I was humbled by my mom's willingness to help me in the yard without even being asked and am so thankful for her support. I also got to spend some time with my grandfather and my sweet friend Lindsey. Lindsey has been such a wonderful friend to me over the years. I feel so blessed for my amazing friends.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention the fantastic week that I had at Mountain Camp. I felt so privileged to be among the youth and to spend time in the presence of the Lord. Every year I am humbled and amazed by the campers preparation, intelligence, and humor. Serving them is easy. The Lord blessed us completely with great weather, not-so-great weather, beautiful hikes, and the opportunity to serve a person in need. There is nowhere I would rather have been that week than at Mountain Camp serving with my friends and brothers and sisters in Christ. I returned home to more amazingness. Thank you!

I have so many things to be thankful for and completely recognize that my blessings are only through God's grace. Onward I climb up the mountain...looking for Christ alone to be the author and finisher of my faith-