Training camp changed me. God rocked my world. He lifted me up into the person he new me to be out of the person I had thought I was. I barely had time to processes or question what he was doing in me, but that is just fine. The last few days of camp were intense and filled with the Holy Spirit. I grew and learned so much about myself and God. He called me to poor into those around me and speak beauty into them. It was crazy. God didn't start off too crazy tho, because he had work to do in me first that was going take a majority of the first few days.
You see I was able to enter into an intimate relationship with my heavenly Daddy like one I had never experienced before. He spoke beauty and love and worth over me. He gave me other women and men who poured his truths into me.
The biggest thing God taught me those first few days was to reach out to him and let the baggage of sin drop off of me so he could cover and fill those spaces once ruled by sin. I cut the cords that kept many things dragging along behind me. Things that I would get tired of dragging and sometimes pick up. Thinking it was easier to just be in the sin rather than drag it around. That was a LIE it was much more tiring and painful because I had to not only hold it in my arms, but it started to rub off on me, soiling every part of me it touched. Like a disease it started to bring death into my being.
At the end of the second day I was giving the word REACH by a wonderful woman of God. I was not aware yet what that meant. Now I know it was God calling me to reach out to him, the staff at TC, and my squad. The same woman of God who gave me reach also spoke the words about cutting the cords that hold sin to me. She spoke the words I will never forget and repeated to myself all week long. Let the only string attached to your heart be connected to God your father, and let all the cords cut from everything and everyone else be connected to God the father. So I did, I cut the cords connecting me to things not of God. Some where obviously hurtful to me, and others were not.
As the week progressed I was able to see and hear God more and more and thus I was able to pour more of God’s love into those around me. I am just a vessel God dwells in. I am honored by it. The week ended with a proposal from someone I am head over heels in love with and who has romanced me for so long and who gives me gifts and who tells me over and over how beautiful I am.
I am Gods beloved and He is my beloved
My new family!
