Right before Labor Day, I met with a WR alum, Megan, who happened to work a few blocks away from me. We met at a coffee shop nearby with a mutual friend. I only expected to get some information about the World Race, but on that day, I walked away a changed person. She spoke so much truth and captured my heart so accurately that I knew only God could give her those words. It hit straight to every issue I’ve ever had about approval and living my life caring about what others thought about me. It travelled to every tender area of my heart that had been marred. And when I heard truth about being loved, valued, beautiful, and so forth, I felt so much joy and so much freedom.
It’s not like I had never heard those words before. Yes, Jesus loves me, this I know :p However, these words coming from a stranger at that time felt so intimate, and for the first time, it felt real. I couldn’t stop sobbing during lunch at that coffee shop even knowing that I had to return to work looking like that.
Little did I know that I had just experienced a piece of training camp. Last week, I felt our Father move in ways that I never imagined, and I’m hooked. I’m a changed person, and I’m so hungry for more.
