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countryside.

my soul already longs to be in the countryside again.

retreats for me have always been healing and binding. i am a people person with everything that is inside of me--so, spending a week with my students was like pure energy.

i am bursting at the seems with hope and joy from the week. i am so proud of my youth and the way they handled everything. i haven't quite caught up on my rest or figured out exactly what i want to share yet, though. so, here's a few pictures from the trip that can give you a tiny taste of our time together.
tent man.
jumping pictures are universal.
worship and games around a big bonfire.
this is the river we got to play in. [bathing suits=underwear]
the ger [where i got to sleep for the first time!] and our tents.
the neighbor boy from next to the place where we stayed. epitome of cute.
little praying hands.
washing the children's feet and praying for them.
my youth and the kids from the VBS that my church did in another town after we had camp.

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