Church Camp VI: My Secret Places

Before I joined the church camp, I had narrowly associated Genting Highlands with the casino and theme parks based on my past experiences.

When I stood at the balcony of my twin-sharing room and looked at the scenery, I was glad that we were so close to the nature at 10th km of the renown mountain retreat.

Rain began to fall after I settled my luggage and planned to walk around the resort. When the sky was blue again,

I carried out my solitary exploration.

To me, even contemplating a small white flower among green leaves was a joy.

How much more when I came across a phenomena as beautiful as a waterfall.

The next afternoon, I seized a moment to be alone and came to the same spot with my booklets. Instead of sitting on the bench which was beside the road, I chose the grass to enjoy a better view of the water rapidly dropping in elevation. Moreover, I would be less noticeable.

When I raised my head, leaves of three surrounding palm trees were like opening arms. I almost wanted to lie down to wave back at them.

Ants which were passing by me were also very friendly. Not a single one of them felt threatened and bit me, though I must be a gigantic stranger to them.

When the same type of flower grew from another surface, it had a different charm.

The third morning, I managed to wake up at six o'clock on my own. I waited in the room until it was brighter to survey a nice corner for my personal devotion. This time, I took another road.

On the first day, I had met some church members telling me that there was nothing special to see over there. However, I discovered this nice place and was willing to go back to my room to get everything ready and take my Bible before making a second trip there.

I supposed few campers had bothered to spare their leisure time to chit chat under the shelter

or on the bench which seemed to be abandoned for months.

I sat on the bridge to meditate on God's words while breathing fresh air, listening to the falling of water and occasionally watching a squirrel running from one tree to another.

Had I been given a whole day alone in Genting Highlands, I would abide in these secret places in the presence of the Creator of the universe.