We took off on a Friday evening. It was cold and rainy. The van was packed to the brim. There wasn't an extra inch to move. Six teenage girls filling the van with sounds of excitement and energy. My dear friend, Julie, following close behind in her car with two teenage boys. I found myself envious at times imagining how quiet her car might be.
Just over two hours later we pulled into the hilly, winding drive and crossed the little wooden bridge leading to our cabin. We had arrived at Camp Mowana and were ready to connect with God and listen for His call in our lives this weekend.