It was a cold summer night at Camp Blue Ridge (Montebello, Va.). A gentle breeze swept through that made it seem like winter. Staff members were acting out the scene of Jesus dying on the cross, telling us the story and showing how He loves us.
I viewed my surroundings and breathed in the clean air. Our cabin group prayed and we congratulated our counselor on the great a job she did in the skit. I took in the scenery once again and realized how thankful I should be for all that I have and all I’ve been given.
A tear slowly dripped down my cheek, then another, then another—until I was sobbing. My cabin mates saw that I was crying. They started crying too. They realized how touched I was by the skit and by the whole experience of being at camp. They understood my perspective was shifting—and theirs was shifting too.
We shared some very personal situations that made us cry harder still. As our counselor prayed, I thanked God for everything: that I was alive, that I had made such wonderful friends and that He died for us. I finished thanking God and I felt as if I was being held onto, comforted, and I know that it was God.
Now, I have a whole new perspective.
Story shared by Allyssa Jetter, 7th Grade – Manassas Adventist Preparatory School
