I can’t even come up with a good word to accurately describe these evenings. There are a couple guitars and a ukulele and several people with gorgeous voices and it’s just amazing to hear all the harmonies and the crickets in the background.
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The light from the fire just slightly illuminates the wooden cross that is suspended between two beautiful trees as stars twinkle behind it. Talking just seems a little hushed because the crickets and other little bugs have their own little symphony playing. We’re so far from big lights that the stars are illuminate against the almost black sky. We’ve built up a fire that’s softly roaring in the middle of everything and the smoke from it keeps most of the bugs away.
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We’re all sitting on benches and someone is just playing a few chords on the guitar and humming. Occasionally they’ll play a song we all know and one by one, we’ll start in join in and sing, but it just barely pierces through the blanket of calm of being in the total peace and calm of the middle of everything God has made. All we have to focus on is the words as we sing and join together to praise God and it just puts everything into perspective and problems seem so insignificant at the moment in the face of everything God has provided us with.
These nights feel like they’re frozen in time, and all of the hustle and bustle of everyday life is forgotten for a little while, replaced with the kind of tranquility that can only be found out in nature.