My CYF Story

I can remember that first year I attended CYF... i was a bit nervous but also really excited to be doing 'senior high' things. i was about to enter the 9th grade... they gave us these ugly orange t-shirts with 'CYF' printed across the front... i wore it with pride.

it didn't take long that year for the Spirit to get to working on my soul... i remember the feelings of conviction like it was yesterday... i remember that first trip to the altar and the sensation that shot up through my knees all the way to my heart... i remember the counselor who prayed with me.... who encouraged me...

i remember vividly the friendships that blossomed that first year... friendships that would last the following five years at CYF camp. those friendships, so genuine and true had as much a part as Jesus did in getting me back to CYF each year. i didn't want to miss a thing.

i thank God for CYF... i am so passionate about it... it is such a huge part of my life even today.
-t.b.