It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve been home from training camp, and I still can’t seem to find the words to explain my experience, so am going to do the best I can.
I have never been out of my comfort zone so much in my entire life. From sleeping in tents to using portapotties every day to cold bucket showers to eating weird looking food, I missed my home back here in Michigan more than anything.
Going into training camp I did not know what to expect at all, and I was very much challenged throughout the 10 days, mentally, physically, and spiritually.
I do not come from a family who camps nor am I a morning person, so sleeping in tents every night and having to wake up early every day was a struggle.
The first night I was a wreck. I wanted to go home and be in my own bed. Thankfully the week got better. I met some amazing people and made many new friends. I enjoyed the worship and being surrounded by such loving people. I found myself asking God to fill me with his presence and joy so I could be at peace.
Most days we would wake up and have some kind of work out to do, devotion time, and then breakfast. After breakfast we would have a session, which was a time of usually worship and a teaching. We would also have group time and do different group activities and personal or free time (I usually took a nap during this time). After lunch and dinner we would have another session, and that would conclude the night. Some days went by slower than others, and some days were more enjoyable.
Although camp was tough, it was a great experience and I want to thank you all for your prayers and support.
