Okay, so I haven't been to Falls Creek since my Camp Nunny-Cha-Ha days. (A camp name doesn't get better than that, huh?) This past weekend, Dustin and I had the opportunity to sing at a Quail Springs Baptist retreat, and it was such a much-needed, relaxing weekend. Sometimes I think the soul just needs something like that. We walked this pretty little path and laughed about how much smaller it seemed now that we are all "grown up". :)
Standing in front of a little river that tells you you've arrived at Falls Creek.
Is it just me, or have all the blossoming trees been extra beautiful this year? Maybe I just haven't slowed down enough to notice in the past, but I have LOVED all the beautiful pink and purple blooms! I've been wishing I had a better camera (and oh ok, skills) to capture how vibrant they look.
At the Devil's Bathtub! The most perfectly named place on earth. See the soap dish? So many fun memories here as a kid. There was a sign saying it's now called Boulder Springs....C'mon people. You just don't mess with a name that has 50+ years of tradition behind it. You can put a sign up, but don't expect us to change. :)
A rarity, I'm sure; Dustin and I had the whole place to ourselves on maybe the most perfectly sunny day of the year. Playing around in a creek just doesn't get old (well, not to me anyway). We were so blessed by God's word, people, and creation this weekend.
In honor of the great temperatures and sun, I think we should all give ourselves permission to steal away for an occasional afternoon and just chill. And hey, if the guilty, productive-minded conscience weighs in, just use Psalms 23:2 as your excuse:
He lets me rest in green meadows; He leads me beside peaceful streams.
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