Regret is a funny thing. We hate it because it can haunt us, but we love it because it keeps us active. Yesterday as I settled into a nap, I got an invite to hike HUG mountain. I was tired, but I knew that next semester when I’m sitting in my dorm room, I’ll give anything to be able to walk across the street and hike a mountain with these people, and the regret of not taking every opportunity will eat me alive.
I’m so glad that I took the opportunity, because these people are joy. They have hearts that warm me, minds that encourage me, words that edify me. Their prayers at the top of the mountain were moving; their sweet voices as we sang to God were full of love.
Ultimately, I believe that is why I am here. Seeing the historical sites, walking where Paul once walked—it’s all incredible. But building these relationships and fully understanding the concept of the church being ONE BODY of believers? I think that’s most important.
Because if these people are the body of Christ—his hands, his feet, his smile—I consider myself the most blessed girl in the world.
pretty pictures!!
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