Boldness in Him Who Made Me

Hudles of college students release laughter sporadically around the camp fire waving about five feet into the air. Although they are all engaged in their conversation, my eyes rest apon an isolated girl, sitting far off from the fire and trembling in her wool coat and gloves. She looked longfully upon other girls who appeared to be enjoying their time. I remember feeling like that. Isolated. But, I have been shown the love of Christ and long for her to know that same love and companion. I weave throught he crowd, upon icy grass. "Hey. Why are you out here by yourself?"

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