Going into Training Camp I was uneasy. I'd have to admit I was afraid of the changes God was undoubtedly going to make in my heart and in my life. The potential for me to fail or mess something up got the best of me in the days leading up to Training Camp. But what I encountered was one of the most amazing and Spirit filled weeks of my life. God showed up big time. He reveled Himself to me in new and exciting ways.
God is Love. His love for me overflowed my heart like never before. I had always known from reading scriptures that God loved me more than anything; he created me in his image. But I never fully believed/felt it until now. His love for me has strengthened my love for him.
Ephesians 2:4-5 But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ by grace you have been saved.
God is Healer. He breaks us from our bonds of brokenness and heals our Mind, Body and Soul. We must allow Him to do so and bring our broken selves to him to be healed. Otherwise we will keep everything inside. This is something I tend to do. I feel like my hurts and problems are for me to solve. Incorrect. God can and will heal us all.
Isaiah 53:4 Surely he has borne our grief’s and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted.
God is Protector. He watches over us like a mother to her young child. I have always been self-sufficient if I can’t do it myself then it can’t be done. This is something I struggle with every day but I have made that choice to trust in God. Because I know that he can carry me through anything that is puts in front of me even if it seems too much.
1 Peter 5:6-7 Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety upon Him, because He cares for you.
And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time. – Donald Miller
