The meadow. It's a breathtaking spot on our way up to camp, and it's one that holds really dear memories for me. I still remember my first time heading up to Eagle Lake as a high schooler (eleven years ago. whoa.), sitting in a twelve passenger van, face pressed to the window as we wound back and forth up the mountain roads. You turn a corner and the meadow spreads out in front of you, taking your breath away. It offers the most glorious view of Pikes Peak, and there is just something so magical, so grand about the way the 14er rises up behind the gentle rolling meadow. I remember driving through that meadow on foggy Colorado mornings and watching deer and elk prance through the tall grass. I remember driving through the meadow with my best friends as snow fell all around, covering the ground and trees and transporting us to Narnia.
It's the road through the meadow that took me to camp where I met my best friend and the man who would become her husband. It's the road through the meadow that took me to camp where I fell more deeply in love with Jesus that I ever had been. It's the road through the meadow that took me to camp where I was changed forever and for good. You could say that road played a part in changing our lives.
Do you have your own "meadow"? What places are special to you? What places do you feel have played a part in changing you for good? XOXO.