Training camp…what to say… I had no idea what to expect going in, which was the intention, no expectations and no disappointments. It was glorious, it was emotional, and it was exhausting. If you know me you know I don't dance. Well guess what. I danced this week. Just a little at first…being forced to do the wobble with the rest of the squad…and then a little more during a dance off, and then a lot on our last night at a dance party. I guess I should say I tried to dance anyway. But my wobble improved by the end of the week.
But the real miracle is how the Holy Spirit moved. I feel incredibly full. Full of love, full of Jesus, and full of ministry info. I learned how to pray for healing, how to give and receive feedback, how to deal with loss and grief, how to listen to the Holy Spirit, and how to sleep on a bus with 46 other people and their packs. I don't know that I've ever learned so much in one week. And because it was such a spiritually powerful week, we experienced some serious spiritual warfare too. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to make it to training camp the morning I was supposed to leave. I woke up in agonizing pain, passed out in the shower, threw up three times, and laid in bed begging God to take my pain away. By the grace of God I started feeling well enough to leave for the airport. At the time I just thought the pain medicine I had taken had finally worked, but really the angels had been fighting a serious battle for me. It wasn't until the end of camp that I realized we must have been making Satan awfully nervous if he felt the need to attack so many of us before we even got to camp.
I've heard people say in past training camps this was one of their hardest weeks, but I think it was one of my favorite weeks. Was it hard? Sure. Was it full of ginormous daddy long legs? You bet. But it was also incredibly enlightening and empowering. I met some awesome people. And now I just pray that my life will never be the same.
