SNOWCAMP The trees stood still like guards at their posts, a cloak of white draping over their shoulders and billowing along the ground in the chilly winter breeze. The lake had turned into a crystal floor that sparkled as the sun’s rays skated across it. A sled whirred down a snowy hill, surrounded by cheers and laughs on every side. Cups of hot cocoa sent swirls of steam coiling into the chilly air, melting frozen smiles and turning noses red. The simple joys of a weekend of Snowcamp were never stolen by late nights, long shifts, or difficult campers- because each job, no matter how insignificant, had a deeper purpose behind it…
EVERY CAMPER. NEXT STEP. WITH JESUS.
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