One week felt like one year,
strangers became dear friends,
being dirty began to feel natural,
and God was taken out of the box i kept him in.
That was training camp.
It was about being vulnerable and willing,
letting those you barely know in,
accepting and believing that God is bigger than the human brain can fathom.
I sweat, I cried, I danced.
I felt the Holy Spirit.
I saw the Holy Spirit.
This week was about handing over the pen to God,
He is going to write the rest of my story.
He has a better story for me then I could ever write myself.
This week I became confident that I am where I'm supposed to be.
This race is for me. God wants me here.
