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It was a night before Church Camp was ending and we all wanted to do something right with our lives. That week people accused me of having sex at the campus. I'm not that kind of a girl. I didn't look for relationships when i went to camp. I met people. So that week was the worst and the best weeks of my life. That night I walked to the alter with confidence but once my knees hit the ground, the tears did too. I didn't know how good God could feel in my heart. I gave my life up that night. Then I looked over and saw my sister crying. I looked the other way my friend Jacob was crying, then again and my friend Rodney was crying, holding on to Santana and Dillon, like tomorrow was going to end. That night I prayed for them. It had never felt so good to ever pray for someone in that kind of a moment. They played "How He Loves" by The David Crowder Band. I still cry when i hear that song today.





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