This weekend I went with the Young Women in our church to a farmhouse in Georgia owned by one of the leaders. It reminded me so much of my Grandpa's farmhouse in Utah. It smelled like soap and old wood and books and you could hear cows and the far distant train whistle, just like you can at his homestead in Hoytsville, Ut. I was a little nostalgic. It was such a good chance to get to know the girls and the leaders better.
There was laughing, and bonding, and fishing, and eating, and bonfires, and s'mores, and a moonlight hike, and a morning run through the woods. Not a bad start to a weekend, if you ask me. I unofficially became the event photographer because I had the only camera not attached to a phone. (Thanks Jess for catching me in action. Now everyone will know who to blame for blurry shots.) Dean held down the fort so I could go. Love him!
After a beautiful devotional organized by two Miamaids, and some impromptu testimonies, the girls lit lanterns, a la Tangled. They symbolically let go of their sins, troubles, sorrows, or made a wish or hope as they let it go. The Spirit was strong, the weather was gorgeous, and the food was delicious. We thoroughly enjoyed our stay at Sandbar Farm.
What a great weekend experience. I love the horse picture. I bet those girls are happy to have you as one of their leaders, you are such a great friend and role model.
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