After SpringHill

Six tubing lanes, five kicks to the ankle during broomball, four worship sessions, three unforgettable days, two crying sessions, and one amazing God later, SpringHill has kicked our butts. This weekend Legacy has acquired several bruises, a broken pair of glasses, some lost but then found gloves, and so many memories. From hitting and tackling each other with snowballs, to listening to one of our members rap Dirty Water in a room full of random teenagers, to the hours that were spent in the gym by some, to the average cafeteria food, to the prayer circle times in our cabin, there isn't one thing that I won't remember about this life changing weekend. Although the van definitely isn't as excited and loud as it was on the way there, it doesn't mean that we didn't have the best weekend full of tubing, singing our hearts out, and challenging each other in ping pong. Not only has our volume level on the way back changed, so has our love for Jesus. Important decisions and powerful convictions were made this weekend and I can't wait to see what God has in store for not only myself but also the amazing people that I was surrounded by this weekend.

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