I had had a rough couple of weeks before camp. Looking back, I know part of it was the usual early 20s “What does God want me to do with my life?” angst and then there was a bit of rebellion and various other things mixed in, too. So, I felt burdened. And one night, several other camp buddies and I had a conversation that lasted well into the night and I could feel that weight lifting. We spoke of prayers answered, the movement of the Holy Spirit in our lives, and how we dreamed about our futures. After everyone else had left, I was still sitting in the gazebo, just soaking in the evening.
And I prayed. It was one of those dam-bursting moments where everything just flowed out and I handed over to God all that I kept bottled up inside. And for a moment, the world was still around me.
Then I felt physically lighter. THIS was freedom. This marked one of the first times in my life when I truly felt what it meant when we speak of the freedom that comes from following Christ. I felt as if all of me could just take flight, and it was glorious.
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