Not really. Well, kind of. It was definitely the longest week of my life. Training Camp brought up everything that I didn't want to deal with and everything that I had worked so hard to keep beneath the surface. It took all my junk and laid it out for me to make decisions about. I knew when I came that stuff would need to be dealt with, and of course the manor and results were not what I wanted but everything that I needed. So many emotional bruises were confronted and mental insecurities tested. I was often pushed out of my acceptable comfort zone and forced to deal with new situations and positions. As an introvert I was thrown into a group of sixty people. The days were long and the Georgia heat was nothing like what I'm use to in Maine. There is no schedule that we are ever made aware of and details are not given until necessary. We must learn to be flexible, fluid, and willing to drop expectations. Your sleeping situation changes every night and can be anything from a half flooded tent (day 1) to a school bus. The sessions were intense, and the worship time was incredible. Everything is done for a reason. Whether it's to simulate a boarder crossing, your luggage being lost, or, God forbid, a plane crash, it's all done to make you stop as a group and think it through and learn from it. The food is not usually what you want, but it is a taste of what you will be experiencing soon.
I have a new family. A big one (my squad) and a little one (my team). I don't remember the last time I was as happy as I have been these last few days. It's awesome.
The sleep deprivation, constant repacking of your stuff, team building exercises, and abandonment of your emotional baggage are not always what I would call fun, but it is so necessary.
My world got wreaked.
I am a different person on the other side.
I witnessed things I had only read about.
I experienced emotional healing.
I am a daughter of The King.
I am precious.
I am not, nor have I ever been alone.
I was fought for and bought with a price.
I am a beautiful disaster.
I have a new family. A big one (my squad) and a little one (my team). I don't remember the last time I was as happy as I have been these last few days. It's awesome.
The sleep deprivation, constant repacking of your stuff, team building exercises, and abandonment of your emotional baggage are not always what I would call fun, but it is so necessary.
My world got wreaked.
I am a different person on the other side.
I witnessed things I had only read about.
I experienced emotional healing.
I am a daughter of The King.
I am precious.
I am not, nor have I ever been alone.
I was fought for and bought with a price.
I am a beautiful disaster.
God started a work in me that took me to the very brink of everything I thought I knew, and promises to take me so much further. I can't wait.
