I am in awe of God after our week at training camp. I saw Him move in the hearts of people to break down strongholds. He tore down our ideas of the safe and familiar in order to bring us to the point of complete dependence on Him. I saw teammates share things with our community that they have never shared or dealt with before and are now walking in the freedom of Christ. I saw years of grief and bitterness let out into the open, laid on the alter for the only One who can really bare the burden (and has already). I felt the breath of God and felt my heart leap for my Messiah.
There are countless stories to tell, just from this one week of training. I would love to tell you more about them, but there’s just not enough room here and let’s face it…most of you probably wouldn’t read it all. So just contact me if you want more details.
Otherwise, here are a few teasers…
Love grown. Teammates lost. Teams formed. New family. The Spirit bringing new life to “dry bones”. “Great Journies… Endless Memories” written on the back of a porcelain chicken. Vibrant worship. Miles walked with the Savior. Good food. Bad food. Port-o-potties. Crawling through the woods in the dark, in sopping wet jeans with no headlamp, to find my “underground church”. Amazon plane crash scenarios. Lessons on health and packing. Prayers for healing. Memories made. Adventures embarked on to unreached tribes. Ideas shared and lessons taught. Seeing men and women stepping into the promises God has for them. Jesus glorified.
Dirt, sweat, and tears culminated into a week of our generation stepping up to the plate and saying,
“USE ME!”
“USE ME!”
And to my teammates…if Satan says you are weak and to just give up now. Just tell him, “I’d rather not!”
*Thanks to my teammates Carly Farver and Lindsay Heston for the photos.
