Precious Memories
Since June 11, I have been home for a total of 3 days. And what have a paid for it? A good excuse to spend all day today reading and being laz- um, quietly inactive.
For every moment I am not on the Hill, I long for the day that I once more can be. Those 8 days, from Saturday to a week past, are simply and inarguably of the best in the year. Unless you have been there - experienced the bonds of love through faith, music, and fellowship, you cannot know this refreshment, which I cannot accurately desribe.
God has blessed Harmony Hill to the greater degree for over 50 years. He has provided selfless individuals that love the children of God and have therefore been willing to work behind the scenes to provide the one-of-a-kind experience that it is. God has provided the Hill with the teachers necessary for the development of the classes, and the children to be developed.
I rue the day when I will not be able to visit the Hill on the 2nd full week of June. But until that day comes, if it comes, I will be faithful to fill in my spot at Harmony Hill, in the corner of the Boy's bathroom, in the sagging chair within Dalton Hall, commanding the colours to be lowered, singing taps at 10:00, making memories to last a lifetime.
