Here I sit, in the back of a moving truck on my way home from Prescott, Arizona. I've spent two weeks here alongside three other musicians as we played worship music for two camps of youth students.
The two weeks that are now over were long dreamed of. The four of us couldn't wait to play together everyday on a stage for a whole bunch of kids. It's almost saddening to think that they're over and that our summer band trip is done.
Though all I thought about was playing and how much fun that would be, I ended up receiving a lot more than what I expected experience-wise. I met so many great people and grew stronger in three friendships. I heard stories and learned about the lives of many students. I already knew these two weeks would be a blessing, but I didn't know how much of a blessing.
There's so much to appreciate, I've learned. There's so much we don't know about each other, no matter how long we've known one another. There's no story that's been repeated. There's so many hearts that have been beaten and bruised but found their way into the Hands of Love. There's so much more than our home towns; than our home churches; than our friend groups; than our own lives. There's so much love to give and so much love to experience. What I've learned these past two weeks is that love is unending and can always be found, no matter where you are.
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