i lived in the doubt that i would *ever* make it to Bushnell, Illinois and actually find any comparison to Heaven there... that doubt was stretched in faith to trust that i *would* make it there and that it would be greater than anything i could ever have imagined...but i honestly don't think i can place it in simple words.

the entire trip up to cornerstone stretched my faith more than almost anything else i've ever experienced. from worries of not getting everyone together, not having the vehicals we'd planned on, leaving late, and just the simple fact that this was something larger than i had ever taken on in my life to accomplish without any real "adult" help. six college-aged kids driving a two-days drive to camp for an entire week--rain or shine.

the highway leading to Bushnell was nothing more than corn fields on either side. i was starting to think that we'd show up in bushnell and they'd tell us "what festival?" that it was some farm town's silly joke on the kids of the world. but we did finally gt to bushnell and got ourselves registered with volunteering and all that..then we found the vagrant brotherhood and i gave some shouts of glee and a few cheerleaderclaps in hyperness.

it rained a good bit the first or 2nd night we were there. i hate rain most when i am trying to sleep in a tent outdoors and it's pounding down all around you outside. i was so worried that it was going to get us soaked that i stayed awake for at least an hour. i prayed that God would keep us dry, and of course--He did. another faith stretching:)

i'll add to this as i think coherantly..