On July 7th when I flew to Atlanta, GA to attend Training Camp and meet my squad, I expected the worst. I expected to dread every morning waking up, I expected to not get along with anyone on my team, I expected to be the only one with baggage and a past, I expected to realize I made a mistake signing up for the race, but over all, I expected to not belong.
Little did I know that my expectations were nothing compared to God’s plan. && what God had planned was 10 days of absolute love.
I loved meeting my squad and then being able to be in community with them.
I loved every morning waking up because it meant another day that I got to spend furthering His Kingdom.
I loved every meal, because it was a time to sit and talk about life and everything that comes along with it, with my squad mates.
I loved worshiping My Papa in ways I never have before.
I loved the sessions everyday that taught me something new or helped me understand something better.
I loved bucket showers because I was clean for about 10 minuets.
I loved sleeping in hammocks and in tents because I fell asleep surrounded by the noises of God’s creation.
I loved pushing my limits and breaking down walls to let God in deeper.
I loved the late nights of worship & prayer.
I loved watching people worship God in their own way.
I loved soaking in my Papas words.
I loved falling in love with 42 people that were once strangers.
I loved meeting my amazing team mates that I have the privilege of doing life with for the next 9 months.
I loved falling in love with God over and over and over again.
I loved learning to love my baggage & my past.
I loved the leaders that poured so much in to every single one of us.
I loved being somewhere were I felt I belonged for once & I loved getting a tattoo that reminds me where I belong… and that is to my Abba.
I could go on and on about what I loved about training camp, but in the end..it was everything. I loved every second of every minuet.
“Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.”
– 1 John 4:8
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