Last night when we arrived I was overwhelmed by the beauty of where we would be staying. As I watched Jim building a fire in the fireplace I felt a wave of guilt. This was our mission trip? About half the group had arrived. We talked, said grace, ate and talked some more. I mostly listened and observed trying to take in who these people were we would be spending the next two weeks with. As I turned down the blankets on my bed I had to smile as they were covered with little bear designs, somewhere in my heart I knew it was a piece of the puzzle.
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