Currently listening to: The OSU football game.
First, I will apologize for the amount of time it has taken me to write a Training Camp blog post. I’d love to tell you it’s because I have had a hard time processing everything that happened that week. And that is partly true. I also had some computer issues, and have just been busy since coming home.
The question I hate most after returning home from a trip like this is “How was it?” It’s a legitimate question. People want to know what happened to me, what I ate(fish-head soup, curry chicken, and lots of starches), what I leaned(georgia is colder than oklahoma), who I met(another family) and so on and so forth. But I hate that question, mainly because people want the answer wrapped into a good or not good answer. They don’t actually want you to sit and explain all that went on. All the mental disturbance that happened. The cold uncomfortable nights. The small portions. The God that was breaking me. The worship that didn’t heal my heart…….
So when I’ve been asked I have answered, good. Because it was a good week. It’s just not a week I can easily share. A week I can’t put down properly in words. I learned a lot about myself this week, a lot that I already knew. But somehow putting a name to yourself makes you being you easier(I’m aware that doesn’t make a lot of sense).
I am an introvert. And shy.
I NEED alone time. For the sake of my sanity. And the safety of my team.
I hate beans.
I am a Relational Naturalist Activists.
He is good. Especially when there is nothing good in me.
I have the tiniest tent ever made.
And I have too. Much. Crap.
When you discover yourself, you discover God. The more I watch people I didn’t really know worship the God I am madly in love with, the more I realize how intimate that relationship is between every creation and the Creator. He is my Father, my Friend, my Love, my King, my Hope…but He is all these things to all his children. That is something I still can’t comprehend. And the older I get the more I find God in different places. But I also find more comfort in the old places I have found him.
That was my week in a nutshell. It was scattered. It was weird. Kinda painful. The word I keep using is rough. To be convinced at the beginning of the week that you can’t do this, that you heard God wrong again(but that’s another blog post), that your body is not as strong as you always thought it was. But by the end of the week knowing that this is what He has planned for you. And this is what he has planned for 54 other people. You are not alone and He has given you a new family to experience this all with.
“There is nothing I did to become your daughter. And there is nothing I can do that will make me not your daughter.”
