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Presley helped me make a new house my home, met me at the bus in the afternoons and loved to get cozy right next to me every night it was time for bed… He loved a car ride, but didn’t love being away from home for too long… He was quick to make it known he did not approve of
Thirteen summers. That’s how long I’ve called Carolina Creek home. What started as a summer job turned into over a decade of ministry, leadership, creativity, and some of the most meaningful work of my life. As this chapter comes to an end — not just for me but for Carolina Creek itself — I’ve been reflecting on what God has
I didn’t expect to cry walking into an arena. But there I was—nineteen years old, bleary-eyed from the drive, carrying the usual mix of college-kid exhaustion and quiet cynicism—and the moment I stepped inside the arena where that year’s Passion Conference was being held, I felt something crack open. It wasn’t the music, or the lighting, or the thousands of