Abbie Not Abigail

Could not have asked for a better weekend. Leaving at 4 in the morning on Friday, twelve of us threw our luggage into "the box" on the back of the suburban and piled into two cars to make the seven hour trek up to the U.P. to experience the best scenery I've seen all summer. Slap happy moods. Dance partys in the car. swimming in waterfalls. cliff jumping. smore making. hot dog roasting. tent sleeping. Lake superior bathing. star gazing. hammock sitting. fudge eating. picture taking. quality conversations. mafia playing. bonfiring. hiking. sunset watching.

At one point, on our 3 mile hike back from Chapel Rock, someone mentioned "this has got to be what heaven is like". It really got me thinking. Even just typing this, as I think about it, I can't wipe this smile off of my face. A weekend like this past one was filled with community. so much joy. pure contentment. Only glimpses of what our true home will be like.

I am truly blessed beyond compare.