The summer after my senior year in high school I worked at a bible camp called NeSoDak. It was at NeSoDak where I spent many summers as a camper and I was excited to go back as a staff person because I so admired the staff people at NeSoDak. That summer I learned a lot; one thing I took away from camp that summer was a way to feed myself spiritually, by playing guitar. I had dreamed of playing guitar when I was a kid but that summer Misty the pastor from Langford taught me how. I traded in my “practice” guitar for one of the old beat up guitars at camp and it quickly became my best friend. I named her Grace and I played her faithfully every day. I would spend an hour in my room or better playing through all the camp songs and singing my heart out, I was a horrible guitar player but it was my time to be with God. It was my outlet, my sacred space. For my birthday my Mom bought me a new guitar that I had been drooling at through the window for months. It was a brand new shiny Fender Squi...
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