Sometimes I feel so privileged to live where I do. It seems such a shame to me that more people can't be here at the camp right now to enjoy this beautiful morning. As I left my house to head down to the office it was just cool enough that a long sleeved shirt felt good, but warm enough that if I had started to exert myself I would have been comfortable in a T-shirt. The ragged green mountains looked superimposed against the blue sky like they had been cut from a magazine and placed on a sheet of blue paper. Nowhere on the horizon was there a single cloud to mar the perfect blue horizon. The sun was glancing through the trees, causing the dew to sparkle on the grass. Bunnies and robins were hopping around and everything seemed springtime fresh and perfect. The air was flavored with that heady mixture of wood smoke, breakfast preparations, and the all-pervasive scent of pine. It put a spring in my step as I headed out for a day of service and directed my thoughts to the wonderfully creative God who I am privileged to serve through the ministry here at camp.Have a blessed day, Josh Tate
