Some things are experiential. They’re explanation is summed up only within the act of experience. They are indescribable. They are unutterable. They tend to be intensely intimate, emotional, or beautiful.
Training camp was like that. It was among the best weeks of my life.
It’s exceptionally difficult for me to explain everything that happened at camp. I am not even sure I can begin to describe one day of camp. But some highlights include falling in love with 45+ random strangers, piggybacking my friend up a mountainside, learning to walk in power, hearing God, dance parties, intimate 1 on 1 relationship building, beautiful mountains, passionate worship, delicious food and no utensils, campfires, and God’s presence.
I’m leaving camp with knowledge that is crucial to my spiritual health, but few ever teach.
I’m leaving with a renewed faith.
I’m leaving with a restored passion.
I’m leaving with 45 new best friends–6 of which are my new family.
I’m leaving after a life-altering encounter with God.
In the days since camp, I’ve tried to explain my experience to a few different people, and as is always the case with my Daddy, Elohim, words fall short. They’re like a broken, dirty, tiny window through which one may look at the wonders of the world. Words only serve to undermine the experience. For that reason, and many more, I’m overjoyed with having met my new friends and family. This is just the beginning for our relationships, but what a beginning it is.
It’s beautiful and odd how much someone can know you–I mean know your heart, loves, fears, struggles, sins, wins, joys and pains–without knowing your last name, or what kind of car you drive, or where you live, or what your pet is named. That’s kind of what camp is. It’s like meeting up and hanging out with your long lost best friend and soul mate whom you have never known existed. And that’s how the church works. We have a unique bond with one another.
All that being said, this blog feels dishearteningly useless. I cannot use human speech to convey the experience of camp, though this is an attempt. However, if I were to try and sum up the experience of training camp, I would say this:
Like David, I was anointed, or called, long ago, but my power was not inherited until this past week of training camp.
Bless God. Praise Him for his mighty work. And wait patiently church family, because whatever promises he has made to you, whatever callings or anointing he has placed on your life, He will come through. He will deliver.
So I invite you, beloved, to come be a part of His work in my life and in the nations. Click the “Support Me” tab on my blog page and join Me and Him on our incredible, indescribable, beautiful journey. I promise, you won’t regret it.
