Before going to training camp I told myself I would not set any goals or have any type of expectations. I was so glad I did this.
The first night of worship at TC was amazing. To be surrounded by so many young adults who have Christ like hearts was such a blessing. Then wouldn’t you know it, here comes Satan. He kept telling me over and over and with such force that God doesnt love me.
I then began to doubt myself and my calling. “Seriously, I’m all the way in Georgia at training camp and the devil is STILL getting to me?” I would sing with everything inside of me, raise my hands, and surrender each worship session in hopes that if I just spoke things of grace, beauty, and love of Jesus that I would start believing it.
It wasn’t until several nights later when we were all sitting on the ground (because this will happen sometimes overseas) that I felt a hand of someone on my back. I will never forget, it was a small hand, a very steady hand, and it almost seemed to be holding my spirit in their palm.
Then a voice said, “The Lord wants to tell you that you are where you’re a suppose to be and He is going to show you how to be a man of God.”
At that moment all my tears stopped. My doubt went away. Christ, through this lady who I still do not know, confirmed my calling and my worth in His Kingdom.
God does love me and I am where He has called me to be.
A world racer, going on the world race.
