I've noticed this often happens to me when I do something out of routine. This time it was my camping trip to Hallidays Point with my friends.
Last night I saw the moon rise over the sea, it was a beautiful orange, and I don't usually relate the words beautiful and orange, but it was brilliant. I was able to lay in the sand on an empty beach in the middle of the night and look at the stars, I stared right into our galaxy, and I knew it didn't happen by accident. I was able to talk to a friend about the big life questions, the ones normal people dont know the answers to, she is seeking answers to these questions, unfortunately the answers I have dont interest her, which made me wonder, as i was looking at the magnificance of the universe, how can anyone look up at the night sky and not be convinced that there is a God?!
I climbed to a peak with my friends and viewed the ocean from a point higher and probably more dangerous than I've ever been in my life, and I lived! That was testament enough to me that He lives.
There are small things too, that remind me. There's the perfect weather we've had for the three days I booked for camping, or the fact that I didn't get dunked by the huge waves at the beach today while I was on the float, then I handed it to my friend who copped it straight away. Little things people might call luck, that I call blessings.
My mid week weekend camping trip provided me not only with fun adventures with my friends, but also with a rejuvinated love for the gospel and the comfort it gives me.
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