So it’s Friday of Training Camp, and I’m beat. Since I arrived here in who knows where Georgia last Sunday, I’ve met probably 70 people of over 100 people, remember about 30-40 of their names, camped in freezing weather every night, canoed, worshipped, studied the Bible, developed some awesome relationships with some equally awesome people, but most importantly of all I’ve found some freedom. I have come to learn in these last couple of days how much God loves me and how much he wants to use me. I’ve been prayed over, prophesied over, and in general broken, but the best part is that I’ve been filled at the same time. I know I haven’t reached the finish line and never will, but everyday is a new day to strive to be filled with the Holy Spirit and to walk in truth and freedom. To let go of all fears. Meeting my team that I’ll be sharing most if not all the race with yesterday was sweet. These people are all about God, and I’m excited to see how they challenge me on the race, and honestly just be real. I’ve seen the Holy Spirit at work here at camp in a way I didn’t even think existed, and I can’t live life without a hunger to be filled anymore. My only regret is how short training camp is. I’ll make sure to get a picture up of my team asap.
