We have gathered as a clan, the Bensons. We reunion yearly, all our lives, hearts, and souls brought together to tie tighter, the Tie that binds. We are deep in Appalachia, and we will bathe in her cold streams today. It will truly be baptism in Your mountains waters, reigning here since Eden. We gather in the hills that birthed us, the mountains we were born in, those giants we knew first as home, our earliest memories made among them. The Bible tells many tales of going up to the mountains, Abraham with Issac, Moses to meet God, and Christ to pray. So we go up to the mountains to reunite, to resettle our hearts, to recommit to each other, to remind each other where we stand, with each other, and Who we stand with, God our Father. We have gathered as a clan, the Bensons, 21 souls bond to each other, to the mountained earth, to the hope we hope in, The Ancient of Days, our Eternal Hope.
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