The hardest part of letting go is letting go PART 1

 

Training Camp Mottos
 

                                                                               1. Go with the flow
                                                                               2. Comfort zone, schumfort pone (in others words get
                                                                                    ready to shed that too)                                              

 
I thought, no let me rephrase, I expected to be in a group with guys. Call it human nature. Call it selfish. Either way you slice it, I wanted to have men in my group. I had come up with a list of reasons why having men on my team would facilitate an environment of growth (and I think it will…eventually) but for right now, God knew better.
 
God is using this season to confront my fear of being alone. He is boldly challenging me to let go of that last grip of control I have been holding on to so tightly. But in all honesty, my first reaction to His challenge was to say no. I stomped my feet like a little kid, folded my arms together with a loud “hurumphh” and my body screamed YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO IT! But that’s the funny thing about the Race. I signed my name on the dotted line by my own free will because my heart called for something more. However, what we often don’t realize with that desire for “something more” is that it can actually mean living with a lot less. I’ve come to the point where I KNOW that this is the change God is leading me to, but what that change means in practice is giving up some of the things that I would have liked to keep the same.
 
For instance, I liked my life. I was happy. No, I was extremely happy. I remember for months at a time I would wake up and just thank God for making life so good. I didn’t quite understand why I had gotten so lucky, but I sure wasn’t going to question it.
 
Second, I like my bed. Yea that’s right I said it. While roughing it out in the woods sounds fine and dandy, I had gotten quite accustomed to my comfortable bed and perfectly air-conditioned home.
 
Third, I like my diet. I decided four years ago to become a vegetarian because I believed America’s mainstream meat industry violated major ethical meat production standards. I had the means to completely change my diet and still manage to stay healthy with essentially unlimited access to nutrition. However, I recognize that being a vegetarian is a privilege. A privilege I lost at training camp, and will not have for the majority of next year.
 
But lets remember how I started this blog. Training camp is about letting go of those things we think we know and also readjusting what we think we need. I thought I needed to be on a team with boys.