Back in black from training camp in Georgia- campin longer than I ever have in hades kinda hot weather+ smellin like a sweaty sack o' sick in the process…
What a cool week though- emotionally,physcially, spiritually exhausting, but the kind of exhausting I needed.
Learned a lot- what it feels like to be stung-eff, how to set up tent stuff, that instant coffee= pretty sick compared to my usual panera delight, what a nalgene is, how to eat with chopsticks, how to share everything with lots of people from food to personal space to deodarant, etc.
More importantly, because I know that there's something more in this life than what the world has to offer me, I got to pray, sing, listen,shout(my mom used to call me "Foghorn" because of this gift), cry(I swear I'm getting old)+have peace in a more healing way than I ever have before.
The past year-ish has been insanely hard for me for more reasons than I could ever explain, but this week was a unique opportunity to see the faithfulness of the God who's brought me through so much in my own life+ in the lives of a bunch o' crazies setting out for a year of vagabonding for something greater than ourselves.
One of my favorite songs this week said, "I've seen I AM, now I know who I am."
I know who I am more confidently than I have in a while because of this week's intentional encounters with God+ the pushing of my comfort zone more than ever before, which was in more ways than just being in charge o' directions at one point(for those of you who know me, this should prove to you how I've been challenged…)
