Fireside Praise

Every summer of my childhood, my family would go camping several times. The evenings around the campfire were some of the most special moments, as we’d gather around, make mountain pies and s’mores, and sing a good mix of praise songs and old folk songs. And then as we all went to bed and the fire died down to its cozy embers, my dad would stay there and lightly pick at his guitar. Those were the most content nights of all.

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