We slept in tents. We built campfires. We climbed hills. We took hikes in the woods. We used our headlamps. We woke up with the sun. We did workouts. We bonded with new people. We learned from our squad leaders. We lived in community. We were vulnerable with each other. We worshipped together. We experienced God’s freedom in new ways. We made declarations.
I learned to love hard work and productivity. I came out of my shell. I called a new place home. I heard messages that made my brain itch. God spoke to me. My heart broke for the brokenness of the world.
In a lot of ways, our month in Honduras reminded me of World Race training camp in Georgia back in October. But so much has changed since then.
At training camp I questioned whether or not I belonged; in Honduras I feel my heart found another home. At training camp the whole experience felt surreal; now I have never felt more alive in my life. Going into training camp I questioned who I was; now I have been learning for the past 4 months.
I am still learning to accept God’s love for me and base my worth on who He says I am. I still have questions and I still have a long way to go, but feel like I was born for this, for this journey and adventure.
The purpose of Training Camp was to prepare us for the journey ahead. Our month in Honduras has hopefully prepared me for what’s to come the next 7 months.
