The week before camp started, one of my best friends was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. However, her condition began worsening very quickly over the weekend. With my church and many other brothers and sisters in Christ, we prayed day and night for her healing. Yet, the Lord decided to take her home on Monday, July 1. There are a countless number of words I could use to describe how I felt that day- shocked, confused, overwhelmed, numb, but most of all, I had a heavy burden of grief. How could I possibly serve at camp with that on my shoulders? 

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