I was going to write an “I’m okay, don’t worry about me” blog but God has really been teaching me how to be vulnerable so here is part of the original blog I wanted to post and then me delving deeper into what God is doing in my life.
I am now in Waikanae, NZ. Last week we were in Matamata for Launch training. Every day, I have to remind myself that I am here, that the race has started and I am a part of something so big that it is beyond me.
Being here is so surreal. It all finally hit me while we were doing praise and worship in a room with a bunch of Kiwi 9-12 year olds and I looked out the window and saw the beautiful greenery and just thought, “Wow this is my life. How did I get so blessed?”
We are working at a summer vacation campsite(they call it a holiday park) called El Rancho. We are serving alongside 15-20 year olds as cabin counselors (just called leaders here) at a christian youth camp. Together we are pouring out God’s love into the children we meet and pouring out God’s love into each other. There were actually a surplus of us World Racers, so the extras (me, Emily, Ricki, Bill and Hope) get to be activity instructors for kayaking, rockwall climbing, team building and archery.
Lately God has been speaking to me loudly and clearly (that blog is coming up!) Before camp, God revealed to me that he was going to HUMBLE me, that I was going to work in a ministry where he would completely be glorified and there would be no possible way for me to take credit for anything. So it was no surprise when I was told I was going to be an activities leader but when I wasn’t leading those activities, I would be cleaning toilets, washing dishes in the kitchen or setting up the tables before each meal….not spending too much time with the children. Even when Danny said, “We are going to be at a kids camp…” God said I would be ministering to the other leaders and pouring into them more than anything. It has been such a blessing to be able to pour into the other leaders and just pray for and with them. 
The second day of camp, I was playing tag with some of the kids and lo and behold, while I was running after a kid, my knee felt like it popped, twisted in different directions and I came tumbling down, rolled in a ball a couple of times and landed with grass in my hair everywhere. The fall itself was probably hilarious but the pain not so much. I went to the doctor today and he said the muscle is just strained and to rest.
My brothers and sisters have served me so much these past days. That is such a hard thing for me to receive. I hate looking like I am weak, I hate depending on others, plainly said I love helping people, I don’t like people helping me…
So it was hard when I had to ask Emily to carry a chair for me so I could sit, it was hard for me to ask Kyla to pretty much carry me up the ramp so I could be involved, it was hard when I had to ask Ricki to take my jeans and shoes off and help me put my sweatpants on….
So yes, I may be bruised, broken, a bit humiliated, but the beauty of it all is that God is teaching me to be more like him and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am a warrior for his kingdom and GOD WILL BE GLORFIED here on earth whether I’m pants less, cleaning toilets, being an archery instructor or accepting others’ love.
