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The daughter we dropped off at camp on Tuesday morning is scarcely the same daughter we picked up this afternoon.

Which may be the best thing about Bible camp.

It changes you.  Shakes you up.  Grows you without you even knowing it. 

So when you’re parents pick you up six days later, there just aren’t the words to say all you’ve been through.  I mean, where would you begin?

You’re different.  On the inside.  And heaven help you, your heart might sing forever.

At least until Monday.

I could sense this from my daughter.  All this growing up, this change in a week’s time.  And I wondered if I dared look down to watch the fraying of the apron strings as she ran past me to hug her daddy.


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