What happens when 300 of this generation's finest men and women who live to see the Creator come face to face with His creation in the most intimate way imaginable, gather together under one roof?
Just that.
In a way, my Jesus is in the trash collecting business. He wants the shattered fragments of His children's hearts laid out, available for Him to take. But, the difference is, He doesn't hand us back an empty bin waiting to pickup more the next day. No. He returns it instantly, filled with His perfection.
Let's start from the beginning.
The first few days of camp were a bit rough.
It rained.
and rained…
and rained..
Although the weather hated us, we were eventually blessed by it, and were all able to see the beauty in it. (There's nothing like worshiping the Father outside during a thunderstorm.)
But eventually, the weather cleared up, allowing for more opportunities to arise. Including, witnessing the Artist.
Photo Credit: Rebecca Leigh
The first few days were filled with sessions, in which I was incredibly wrecked by God. The speakers talked about brokenness, healing, grieving, and forgiveness, and how God wants to break us apart, hurt by hurt, and restore our hearts. Every session ended with a hurricane of tears and desperate gasps for breath as the Father began to do miraculous works in the hearts of His children. It was beautiful.
My journal entry on 05/20/13 at 11:48pm
" I've heard stories of this God in the bible, but I've never experienced it. Still, I honored and trusted that He was there, and capable. But, here, I see Him. I can hear Him and feel Him. I've seen the powers of Heaven unleashed, and the grace of the Almighty as He showers His creation. Us."
"I've been wrecked. Forever."
"I'll never be the same ever again."
"I've been wrecked and I'll never go back."
