So, training camp has come & gone.
Through a combination of events & emotions on day one I was already thinking to myself "what the heck did I get myself into?"
BUT then I met the most wonderful people, my squad. Never before have I experienced the instant community I had with these complete strangers. I believe that the unity we possessed this week as a squad was God given, and honestly without it I am not sure if I would have survived.
My WONDERFUL squad
Throughout the week, we received teaching & empowerment for the task ahead. But I believe that the most powerful lesson I learned was the one I actually unlearned.
You see, for much of my Christian life, this yoke of religiosity clung tight around my neck. The idea that if I work hard enough or am good enough then I am a good Christian. The thoughts of "If I do this, then I am a good Christian" or the ever famous "At least I am not like that person."
But that is NOT how Christ meant us to live. That is NOT living in my identity as a daughter of the King.
Picture a daughter & her daddy. The daddy wants to spend time with His daughter but doesn't know quite how. One day his truck's oil needs changing, so he invites his young daughter to help him. They both slide under the truck & pretty soon they are talking & she is telling him about her friends, school & her days.
Now, the daddy did not need the help of his little daughter to change the oil in his truck- but it was a way to spend time with her, to get to know her.
In the same way, God does not need my help saving this world. He's got that covered. But He would sure love if His daughter would spend time with Him- whether that means healing the sick, feeding the hungry, loving the forgotten or folding the laundry, washing the dishes, & running errands.
I don't have to do anything beyond that. Just love God, and the rest follows.
