I'm seriously still processing everything about training camp. So I'm going to do this slowly and in pieces.
Starting with the packing. Oh my gosh I over-packed. And that is a huge no no for the rest of my life. I literally want to only pack one outfit for the race. I won’t. But I want to. I learned a lot about being very minimalistic.
The people. People everywhere. I am truly amazed at how so many people that are SO different can be brought together to make a perfect body of Christ. White people, black people, northerners, southerners, east coast, west coast, Canadians, Americans, Asians, Australians– I loved them all! It actually might be my favorite thing to be thrown into a mix of people that I barely know and then see how God moves in literally 5 minutes to make us all best friends. I felt more comfortable around them than I have felt around any stranger ever. In my whole life. They are incredible, incredible people. They will teach me to be way way awesome while we are together, that I know. And the leaders. Wow. I’ve never seen so many people that do everything with God literally just coursing through their veins. And when they speak it’s like they are speaking directly to your soul- thickening our soul walls so all the Jesus can fill us up and not seep out. True, true leaders.
The worship. There is absolutely nothing more beautiful than the sounds of God’s children crying out in praise to Him. Than a sea of arms raised to accept every bit of love that He is pouring back into them. Oh. It was intense. There was literally so much going on in one pavilion. The Holy Spirit was exploding like fireworks. It was AWESOME.
The smells. I mean, they were bad. My lake showers were the best I could do. The real shower was seriously Antarctica cold. Ain’t nobody got time for that. I fully understand those who refused to shower. They prepared me for how I will inevitably smell at some point over the next year.
The food. It was weird. But honestly not as awful as I expected. The worst was honestly the one time we ate in the real world and gorged ourselves- shout out Team Rhizoo for loving food as much as me.
The sessions. That's the best word for them. Some were sermon-y and some were like class. But they TAUGHT. And through them God worked. Oh my gosh. He broke me…
To be continued. Tomorrow!
