God moved this weekend. In the hearts of His children and through the lyrics of the songs we sang. I discovered a new worship song that makes me bawl like a baby, made new friends who appreciate my awkwardness, and forgot my mascara and powder brush at home so guess who had to be makeup free all weekend. Who packs their powder, eyeshadow, and bronzer, but not the brushes? Me.
Our team color was orange, but we rocked that shade of pumpkin with lots of forced enthusiasm and pride. I also learned for the 468th time that Christine is way more majestic than me. Notice item 486 below.
Anyways. This weekend was truly DA BEST EVER. Young adult retreats for the win every time. Enjoy some phhhhotos!
Thanks for the memories. You were good to me.