My First Week-Personal Narrative

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I wanted every moment to count, because every moment matters. A week...just to spend seflessly giving to those from whom even the simple joys of life had been selflessly taken. Over and again I prayed God would prepare my heart + use me to make a difference...be it just for one.
The preparation day came...Sunday afternoon tissue paprer became butterflies and fluffy flowers, while duct tape formed a picket fence. Outside our cabin hung a brighly colored banner hung, welcoming our butterfly beauties. The time spent working, worshipping, praying, and playing together Sunday night was grand but I could almost feel the excitement as we said goodnights early Monday morning. Our indescribable week was just beginning.
The sun shone down and the sky was vivid blue as over one hundred volunteers lined the bus loop Monday morning; our signs in tow, and our voices ready to raise. The wait was almost over. As the white bus came lumbering around the bend, Shining eyes and little waving hands became visible through the narrow window openings. Their royal family ran forward, some giving high fives, others pressing …show more content…

We volunteers easily recognize that we love them more than alot of their "caregivers". For the last time, they hopped on stage and sang our three favorite camp songs for the caregivers. we volunteers sang along, forcing smiles. Our emotions ran the gamete as the video of our precious week together played. The sky was ashen gray, and the rain drops blended with our tears as we gave them back. God 's presence was so felt as we cried and shared together. They 're in God 's hands, and that 's the only way have peace.
Heading home Friday night, the sunset was glorious. I smiled through tears, realizing those precious kids were seeing the same sunset I was. Emotions were overwhelming as I stepped back in my big, clean house with my dear family that makes it a home; all of them welcoming me, wanting to hear about my

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