After a week in White, GA life continues. I would say its ‘per ususal’ but after experiancing training camp one can’t leave unchanged. I met my new best friends. Five amazing women who i get to serve for the next year and who get to serve me…AND WE GET TO SERVE THE WORLD TOGETHER. Yes folks, i am on an all girls team! After praying we decided our team name should be “Hepzibah”. Its from the book of Isaiah which means ‘my delight in her.’ It’s hard to find words to describe Training camp. Since im pretty familar with Camp Lurecrest we’ll just say its like that but for adults and a bit more freedom in the Spirit. But Q-squad is amazing!
I finally made it down to the barn yesterday. I missed the smell of it, Fia who calls to you before she even sees you which inevitably sets off the others. So as i walked around the corner to the barn its like a symphony of horses calling out to you. What a glorious sound that is. And you feel so welcomed.!! Of course i missed Bravo…so i brought her out to groom and play with her. Contrary to what you may be thinking right now…YES you can play with a horse! I tied her up in the aisle to groom her. She was so relaxed…i caved, i gave her a butt scratch which i normally don’t do. She loves it! As i was brushing her back i started sneezing. I realized the fan that was blowing on her was blowing the dust right back on me. I know laugh it up!!! I laughed to. She just stood there, so content to be loved on. I started thinking of how important dust is…
It can take on a lot of meanings. It could mean you are just dirty. Maybe its a sign of where you’ve been. Maybe its a sign of where you’re going. Or maybe its a sign of who you follow. I began to realize how enjoyed the dust from Bravo. It had her smell. In some way it meant we were doing something together. I was enjoying her company even though it put dirt on me. I also realized that once she went in her stall she’d just get covered again. To me it was worth it. It hit me though…What i want my life to look like. I want to be covered in His dust…the dust of my rabbi. I want to go where He asks, believe what He believes in me and in those around me, and i want to do what He wants me to do.
Leaving training camp i realized i can’t be who i was a week ago; being covered in the dust from Bravo leaves me differant…being covered in the dust of my rabbi will wreck me forever…
May you always be covered in the dust of your rabbi…
