Four days away started with honing our river crossing skills on the Jolly Brook (which gets it’s name from the river crossing every three minutes: “oh, it’s that jolly brook again”), and getting used to clinging to your crossing buddy for dear life (well, at least some extra stability). We enjoyed exploring the valleys, seeing amazing views from ridges, and even having a hot lake-side breakfast one morning. By night we’d make camp, always with the important task of making hot chocolates, and then making the most of wherever we were: tenting on river flats, cooking on the warm pot belly fire of the Jolly Brook hut, and sleeping in the deceptively comfortable canvas beds in the rustic Gabriel’s hut.
Throughout, the focus of the trip was on Jesus, as we looked at John’s gospel, particularly what Jesus offers and what it means to have life in him. Also hugely encouraging was hearing how God had been at work in each of our lives, and praying for one another in the joys and the struggles.
So, after getting back to civilisation, and hot showers, and marvelling at how easy it is to boil the jug; I’m left with a stack of cool photos, new friends, and a renewed determination to fix my eyes on Jesus, the cross, and eternal life.