TEEN EXTREME CAMP
The day of Teen Extreme Camp had finally arrived. It was the day we had been working for and dreaming about since we learned about it- the day we had been waiting for for about six months. That day started early- 1:00 A.M. to be exact.
There were seven of us embarking on the trip - two chaperones and five teens. We gathered together in the church parking lot with suitcases and carry-ons and prayed a prayer of praise. We were ready to go. The excitement could be felt as we piled into the van.
We rode, for what seemed an eternity, all the way to Boston. There we entered the airport, a really big airport with people everywhere! We all stayed as close together as we could (so we wouldn't get lost.) It wasn't too hard though, with our hot pink shirts that had our group name on the front and had our own names on the back. Numerous people mentioned our attire and lots of eyes were on us as we walked through the airport. We really stood out!
Although we had to be split up on the first plane, the flight went well. We had just enough time in Texas for a quick lunch from Subway, and then we were in the air once again. Because of a random act of kindness from a stranger, we all were able to sit together that time. Before we knew it, we had landed in sunny Pensacola, Florida. Each of us were thrilled as we made our way to the front of the airport. We met a man from Pensacola Christian College, who transported us to the campus. The internet pictures we had seen were coming to life as he drove around the lovely campus. We made it!
We checked in and received name badges and schedules for the week. The boys and girls then split up to find the dorm rooms. After we got settled, we went to dinner. It was the biggest buffet we had ever seen! Each of us loved getting soft-served ice cream from the self-service machine. We laughed and talked together in the huge cafeteria. During the first church service, we heard powerful preaching that spoke to our souls. THIS is what we had waited so long and worked so hard for. It was a dream come true, an answer to prayer, a once in-a-lifetime opportunity. But, this was just the first day. God had so much more planned for us during that exciting week!
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