Given to Arcadia

It's been a while since I've mustered up enough words to make complete thoughts here. But I just can't help telling you about this past weekend.

If you have been reading my blog you know that I live for the weekends. Well this past weekend was no exception. Tell me reader, how is it possible to see so much of God in mere people? In just folks? Have you ever felt the feeling, in this crazy confusing life that we live, that you had made it, at last, to a spot where you were supposed to be. Kind of like a check point. As if there is a route that we travel with our personal savour guiding us blindly through thick and then, only then to arrive at a beautiful sunlit and earth scented clearing that tells you, "yes, you are doing just fine."
My friends and I traveled to Albany New York to put on a Young Adult Sabbath at another friends church. We played we sang, canoed, swam, jumped on the giant trampoline, played games, and conversed of all sorts of wonders. Truly, I cannot imagine my life without these Christian friends. Nothing is sweeter than finding those few gems who share your same values, same beliefs, and further more, gems who will uphold a large measure of this accountability when their neighbor falls. Who can say there is anything greater than friendship?
I believe the saddest part of my weekend was leaving that friend rich Arcadia.
And to think, we were all gathered there in His name. "Where two or three are gathered in My Name, I am there." -the Bible ;)
Goodness, I want to be everywhere He goes.