Training camp was the weirdest, hardest, and most real week of my life.
On the way to Georgia, my squad-mate, Hanna, and I joked about how people said training camp was the best week of their life, but they’d never do it again.
But we realized those people were absolutely right as we drove home exhausted and completely different than we had started.
I mean it when I say that I am “completely different”.
I am still processing how I have spent 4 years with God and yet knew so little about Him and myself.
It is hard for me to describe what happened in the last 7 days, but here are a few glimpses…
- I cried and laughed harder than I ever have in my life.
- I said and heard, “what the hell?” more times than I can count. Our minds were being blown constantly.
- God demolished any ideas I had of who He is and replaced them with truth about Himself. He is the God of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He is living and active. He is intimate. He is powerful.
- I experienced the Holy Spirit in a new and real way. I felt Him instead of just knowing He is there.
- I never realized that what came out of my mouth about myself was not the same as what I truly believed in my heart. I’ve let my pre-Jesus days define me without ever knowing it. God ripped away scars and shame and spoke His truth over me. I called myself used, impure, and unworthy. He calls me His Bride and His Beloved. He sees me as beautiful and redeemed. I can now honestly say that I can walk in those truths.
- I met my family. We got real with each other. As much as it hurt, it was beautiful.
I was challenged, stretched, and changed.
I’m not the same person as I was on July 13th and I don’t ever want to go back.
-LD
