I’M NOT BROKEN!

I’m not a sinner. I’m saved by grace.

I thought training camp week would be filled with sleeping in tents, team building, worshipping, and instructions on what we will be doing on the World Race. What happened was something unexpected…. Something soooo much more. I was SHATTERED. I was BROKEN. I WEPT. I DOUBTED. But our mighty God… He made a mosaic. He restored. He wiped away each and every tear. He gave me peace.

I’m so weak, but my God… HE. IS. STRONG. 

Words are so powerful. With words God breathed life into the world. And that same God is living inside of us. Our words and the words that are spoken to us can build life and they can bear death. When I declared standing on top of a chair that I was not a burden; that I was chosen. Chosen by a family, chosen by God… My chains BROKE! That unspeakable joy flooded me. I felt light and filled with that “mmmmm” feeling. Satan no longer had a stronghold on the lies that had infiltrated me. 

I could tell you everything that happened. I can say in all honesty that I laid hands on a squadmate with upwards of fifty people and prayed for them to have their hearing restored. I can tell you that I ate a soup with floating fish heads in it. I can tell you that I slept outdoors and didn’t shower for three days. I can tell you all the minute details…