Shattered to say the least.
I planned on writing this blog sooner but I was rustling with the King of Kings and my stupid self. I came to the World Race training camp with some expectations and ideas just like everyone else. For some wired reason, I thought I was walking into a place with crazy people who just wanted to push college off for another year and loved wearing skirts, chacos, and had flawless records. Shattered, shattered, one more time shattered. God loves to do that to me.
I thought I was an extrovert, who loved meeting new people until I showed up at training camp and set my tent up as far away as I possibly could get. Anyway, to say the least, I’m not as social as I thought but I survived and I happened to meet 38 World Racers who are completely sold out for the Kingdom and I mean completely sold out, plus hundreds more on other squads. When I say sold out, I mean hungry, hungry to bring Kingdom to earth. So hungry for worship that we had sound complaints for singing praises to the King to loud. These people are far from flawless, so I fit right in. I’ve never been more open with a group of people in such a short time. Vulnerability, my thoughts about this word have been shattered, completely and I’ve never understood the magnitude of the word until after training camp.
Training camp can’t be put into words, but I will tell you that I did not leave camp as the same person who walked in. I’ve never worshipped like we did at training camp. The Lord gives us our own song when we worship. When let go and listen to His sweet, soft spirit we can hear it. In worship, where I’m from, every break between songs it gets quitter. At training camp, worship was a whole different story. You couldn’t tell when the breaks were because everyone was singing their own God breathed song. That’s personal. That’s relationship. That’s freedom in the spirit. That’s hunger to bring the Kingdom to earth. That’s boldness. That’s a child like faith. That is what God yarns to have with us.
From porta potty’s with no sinks, (I HATE PORTA POTTY’S!!!) to freezing cold bucket showers. Side story, I love and miss bucket showers but they’re definitely super wired, cold, and sketch. Not to mention, my first bucket shower, I dropped all of my clothes in the bucket full of water….. I ate a lot of super wired food with my hands, family style, with people I’ve never met. We had a fitness hike that I laughed at and thought would be super easy. Shattered, it could be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. But I’ve never felt so loved and encouraged by the people around me. My squad, my dream team, they inspire me, they push me to seek God more then I ever have. They encourage me, they pray for me, and they love me right where I am. So thankful for them! Thankful that my Papa hand picked my squad for a purpose.
Training Camp left me shattered in the most beautiful way and I am so thankful for the people who pored into me, the memories, lessons, and friendships I’ll treasure forever. I am so ready for launch on September 8th! So ready to serve and love beside these beautiful Kingdom bringers for the next 9 months!
P.S. I have a 1,000 more story’s from training camp! I have a big 10,000 deadline coming up August 25th,,,,,,, BUT I HAVE A BIGGER GOD! I need a ll the prayers and donations I can get. If you feel God leading you to donate please do! Thank y’all so much!!!
