Almost two weeks ago TRAINING CAMP happened…
The words that came out of my mouth were "I do not want to go!" I said this the day I was leaving for camp. I started packing around 11:30 when I was leaving at 2.. 3 at the latest.
(Not having time to shower before I left was gross.)
(Not having time to shower before I left was gross.)
I did not mind camping for 7 days. Losing all of my belongings in the first 48 hours kind of stunk. Sleeping in a tent/ "BIG YELLOW" bus/ family tent/ under the stars in the freezing cold was not too bad. Not having enough food to eat did not bother me. Having four showers for over 100 girls to use was not a big deal. Never knowing what the schedule entailed was fine in my books. Waking up while it was still dark was pretty cool. Packing up every morning was a pain in my buttox. Learning how to cook over 40 pieces of chicken using a small bonfire was HOT (but fun). Learning that the Old Testament still stands true, about the many different forms of worship, & healing was AMAZING!
"BIG YELLOW BUS"
But these were not the things keeping me from wanting to go to training camp…
It was that I had to go meet sum 50 odd strangers. It just was not appetizing. Becoming friends with most of them within two days was inconceivable. Creating a family in three days was impossible. Allowing my vulnerability and heart to be open up to them was not in the plans.
However, it was in God's plans…
"MEET MY WORLD RACE FAMILY"
Many are the plans in a person's heart but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails – Proverbs 19:21
