Panama City Beach

Last week I went with my church to a five-day camp called “BigStuf,” where different groups gather together in a hotel by the beach to praise Jesus, have fun, meet new people, eat lots of food… you get the idea.

I can’t describe how amazing a place like the beach was for an event like this. The palm trees scenery, oceanic horizons, orange sunsets, paths that wind along the seaside, leisurely people that stroll back and forth on the shoreline, guitar players in gazebos by the beach, old and new friendly faces, breathtaking blue skies, arenas filled with thousands of individuals — all of it was beautiful, and all of it fit the occasion of worshiping and growing closer to the God that surrounds us. There were so many things that electrified me: the quiet times on the seashore, the exhilarating worship sessions, the inspirational quotes by the speakers, the fresh smell of saltwater in the air, the memories in the busses and vans, the late nights with loud music, the vivid sun in the morning sky, the solid prayers to God and so much more. I keep trying to take better snapshots, breathe in more opportunities and devote myself to the Lord.

It was so intimate, yet so vast. It was so close, yet so huge. No video, picture, writing or painting could explain the emotion I felt. I came home from summer camp with confidence, and I can promise you I’ll never forget those diminutive yet thrilling five days of my life. Go do something crazy for God. You’d be surprised at how remarkable and worth it all the risks and jumps in your average life will bring you if you dive right in.