Finding Love at Summer Camp

If you know me, you know I’m summer camp obsessed. Today, I was laying on the floor in my living room, listening to the song “Only One” by Harvest Bashta (or just Harvest on some sites). And I realized why I’m so camp obsessed when these lyrics came up:

 “So, come back, come back
I'll take you to the start
Come back, come back
I'll take you to your first love”.

I fell in love with Jesus at camp. That’s where it all started.

At camp. At Camp Aldersgate in Carrollton, Ohio. In the woods and on the dock stretching over Leesville Lake. That’s where I met my first love. He came and swept me up with a love I don’t know how to put into words.

Just like my relationship with Will, I remember little moments when I started to fall in love. I remember the first time I saw him. I remember the first time we held hands and how my chest was about to burst when he told me he would like to date.  Just the same, I remember when I felt God’s love, when Jesus came and placed his hands on either side of my face just to look at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I’ve never felt that same feeling of falling in love. Just like I’ve never felt those exact moments when I started to fall in love with my husband. And that’s okay, because love grows deeper. But I can’t ignore where it all happened. At camp. It’s one of the reasons why I love it so much, why I can’t get enough. Even if it’s not Aldersgate, I can’t get enough camp in my life. Because I found my first love there, and he found me.