Hey there, Grace!
Okay, I have SO much stuff to tell you, Reader... but I don't feel like doing anything but telling funny stories... so here's one about a camper from Sumatonga... (This stories better told by someone else since it's about me... it's just to good not to tell, though!!!)
So a couple... okay, more than a couple... of campers develop crushes or attachments to certain people. And I was this certain person for a few of our men... in particular, one named Mark. Mark is an adorable man who somehow knew the name of ever person at camp, when I was having trouble just getting the names of the people in my group.
Mark's counselor was rather impressed with him and his faith. Every night Mark would pray, and every night he would pray for his grace. His counselor was humbled and amazed at Mark's understanding of a concept most of us never get. Until the last night. Mark prayed... "And I pray for my Grace. What a woman!"
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Hearing that made my day... and made me chuckle. Hope it made you laugh, too! I have more fun stories to tell... just you wait until I'm more awake!!!