Greetings from good ‘ole Gainsville, Ga! World Race training camp has definitely been an adventure (in missions!) hahahahaha……
There are literally hundreds of experiences that I could share about training camp. Every night God has broken me in new ways, revealed His truth to me like never before, and showed me what it means to be a daughter of the king. What I have decided to blog about this time around is the experience that occurred Sunday night. Dr. Ron Walborn was speaking on grieving, the idea that “we must grieve the painful losses of the past seasons of our life before we can effectively embrace the present and the future.” As he spoke I kept thinking, “great talk, but not for me. I have already grieved everything in my life there is to grieve. I am all set.” But, as usual God had other plans. During the close of the session and the opening of a time for prayer, Dr. Walborn said “There are some of you who think this is not for you. You’re wrong. Everyone here has something to grieve.” Before I knew it a staff member laid hands on me to pray and I was weeping uncontrollably. For the past few days and the past 11 years I have been fighting
against the pain that my parent’s divorce and the subsequent events
caused me. For some reason I had it in my head that I had already grieved these events because I had shed a few tears, talked about it with others and prayed about it once upon a time. I thought that I couldn’t fully believe both my parents loved me and I them, and admit that their divorce didn’t affect me. It had to been one or the other.
against the pain that my parent’s divorce and the subsequent events
caused me. For some reason I had it in my head that I had already grieved these events because I had shed a few tears, talked about it with others and prayed about it once upon a time. I thought that I couldn’t fully believe both my parents loved me and I them, and admit that their divorce didn’t affect me. It had to been one or the other.
On Sunday night I experienced God like I never have before. I could literally feel his love bursting out of me. I know it may sound crazy but I have never felt something like that before. For the first time I felt freedom from the weight of this unknown grief I had been carrying around. It still amazes me how much God knows you more then you know yourself. He knew my heart had never fully recovered and healed from my past, even though I didn’t know that. I had made myself numb to my own feelings out of fear, anger, hurt, etc. God took all that away from me Sunday night and allowed a part of my heart that had been closed to open. For the first time I accepted, felt and believed His love. I was finally able to accept that I was a daughter of the most high God. I am His child.
And I leave you with this:
Georgia, Georgia,
The whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind…………….
June 2009 World Race!!!! Beep beep!!!!!!!!!!!!
