Camp Timber-Lee Creative Writing

It's Friday night and we stand under the twinkling stars. Every constellation visible, as far as the east is to the west. Sheer beauty that could only be captured by the human eye. The trees surround us and their limbs are strong and sturdy, reaching out to us in a warm embrace. The wind rustles the leaves, and gives me a cool rush down my spine. My friends and I stand on the wooden benches of the amphitheater at Camp Timber-Lee. I look down at the worn bench and think about thousands of other people that have stood where I stand, and have felt what I feel. Our feet are dead from standing, but our lungs are full of life. We sing with our hands high and our hearts open. My voice is meek in comparison to the hundreds of voices I hear around me, all singing to the same creator. The only things I feel in that moment are the steady beat of the drum and an overwhelming sense of bliss.
As I stand there, I just listen to the crowd: ¨You make me brave, you make me brave, you call me out beyond the shore into the waves.” I feel a single tear run down my cheek, salty on my lips. When I cry, I feel relief, like a weight has been lifted. I cry for joy. I cry for my other friends at home, …show more content…
We wrap our arms around each other like family, as if God himself came down and put us all together. We talk about how much these friends and this week have impacted us. ¨Guys I have been thinking about this for a while, and there is something about this friend group that makes us so close.¨ says Bai. We all enthusiastically nod our heads in agreement. ¨There is something about this place, under these stars, that bonds this group together. It feels like this is where I was meant to be,¨ I say. Alex speaks up now, his voice is so intentional, trying to find the perfect words.¨I have never been able to say something with this much assurance, but God has an incredible way of pulling people so close. It is like nothing I have ever felt