I have always said that God had to yell at me to get my attention. At training camp he took a different approach. This time he had me right where he wanted and broke me. You never really realize how much your past shapes your future and what you carry with you till God tells you it’s time to let it go.
I was carrying a lot of my past with me and I never realized how much it was till I was told to put it down. I had grown so accustom to the weight I didn’t even feel it anymore. So yes I broke and my Daddy was there with open arms when I finally listened and gave up.
That week of training camp was ruff on me but it taught me about what God wants from me and for me. Daddy is term of endearment that is so fitting for God. We are his children and he is our Father. He cares for us, is interested in our lives, and loves us more than we can ever understand. To make sure I got the message he sent three very different people to tell me just what he thought of me. One was the co-leader at training camp, another was a world racer alumni, and the third was a gal from a totally different squad. These people did not know me, let alone my whole life story and to have them all tell me the same thing at different times and days!?! It is only possible because it was words spoken from my Daddy through them for me.
Now I will not sit here and tell you that I am a totally new person. But I will tell you that I am a changing one. Being continually molded into what my Father wants for me. Sometimes that means carving some things out and leaving them behind or adding in something new. I do not know what is in my future but I trust that my Daddy will take care of me and I will be fine.
