Tonight I went over to some friends' house to grill out and possibly go bowling or something. We ended up on the patio around the fire singing old camp songs and 90's pop songs. It was the best time I have had in a long time.
At one point, 3 of us went walking around the neighborhood in search of 1/2 cup of oil for brownies, which was found in the generosity of a weirded-out stranger.
Why is sitting under the stars such a magical thing? I'm always filled with wonder whenever this happens. It's such an awe-inspiring, romantic feeling.
Thank You, Lord, for community.
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