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Rock Climbing

Part of our reason for switching churches was that our family was desperate for community.  We wanted to do more than show up at church for an hour and go home.  We tried and tried over and over to connect but our church (and every other church in town that we tried) did not have the community and fellowship we wanted.  

Now the girls are part of a thriving youth program.  It meets during the school year and takes a break during the summer.  Occasionally events pop up and now that Lilah is in high school, they can go together.  This week they went rock climbing.  




Only a few kids were available, which at first seemed like a bummer, but turned out to be a blessing.  Lilah had the opportunity to get to know one of the leaders in a small group, her favorite setting.  The leaders were belaying the climbers so they each had more climb time and the two hours flew by.  Due to traffic, I hung out in the waiting area, finished up the Book of Hebrews (oh my....so much goodness in this book), and worked on some tasks for an event I am helping to plan, Unshaken 2017 with Moms in Prayer.





Summer is flying by and we are trying to pack it with good things.  Things we will remember.  Things that make us smile.  

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  1. Trying to catch up. I love that you are blogging again. Your blog has always brought me such joy. I absolutely love where your new church is leading you all!!!!

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