Training Camp…FOR THE WORLD FREAKIN RACE
I’ve been asking myself how to even begin to explain it.
It was hard, it was unpredictable, it was cold, it was challenging, but it was so beautiful and so freeing.
Really I’m still at a loss for words to accurately and adequately describe those 10 days.
Two of my favorite things that were spoken during a session at camp were,
-“Brave the uncomfortable place that the Lord has for you”
and
-“The Lord will take you places you may not want to go—but places you need to go. Go there”
MMM. They both seem to have a theme. Going to the hard places with Him. Well, those were the places that He called me to go over and over and over again in a matter of 10 days.
And guess what I learned, some of those hard places were also places that I found the most amount of Joy and Freedom in.
He called me to walk through shame deeper than I had ever done before but He called me to walk through that shame and have it be replaced with Freedom.
He called me to be vulnerable, it was hard but I loved every minute of it.
He asked me to stop self-condemning.
He told me to share my heart with others and let myself be seen because HE is beautiful and worth being seen.
He simply asked me to journey through the hard places of my heart with Him, to not be afraid but be confident and know that I will be met with Love and Grace and Forgiveness and Healing and Freedom.
The Lord gave me a vision of the two of us in the middle of the week….
It was a pitch-black room in the shape of a dance studio but there was nothing in it. No mirrors, no light, no bars, nothing. Just black.
Then we appeared, Him and I. I couldn’t see His face but I knew it was Him by my demeanor and how I felt.
We were dressed in all white, I was in a wedding dress and He was in a white Tuxedo….and we were dancing.
It was quite possibly one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. I thought that was the extent of it until just recently.
He showed me that it wasn’t as much a black room that we were in, but what we were dancing through.
We were dancing through aaaaallllll my junk, my hurts, my wounds, everything that I hold on to that is not of Him.
We were dancing through those things as I have been learning to let go.
Shame. Guilt. Self-condemnation. Hiding. Pain. Fear. Selfish-ambition, etc.
This dance won’t be short or ending anytime soon but that wasn’t the point. The point is learning how to find His beauty in the midst of maturing as His Bride and choosing to see it when that maturing is hard.
Training Camp, where I learned to let His love wash over me and find His kindness in the places I don’t want to go.
