I’m the girl who thought she had it all figured out. The girl who was supposed to know exactly what she wanted and who she was. World Race training camp has proven me wrong. It’s day 3 and I feel like a toddler taking my first steps. I’m so blessed to be where I am (in the beautiful lush mountains of Tennesee) and surrounded by the people here with me. It’s an environment for growth and for change. It’s a chance to find my identity in Christ and get rid of what’s holding me back. It’s scary and it’s terrifying but I have hope that it will all be worth it. I’ve been taken so far out of my comfort zone that I’m past the point of return. Training camp is my pursuit of freedom. Freedom from inadequacy, stress, guilt and skepticism freedom to be all that God wants me to be.
So far we’ve had a ton of fun and not nearly enough sleep or coffee. We’ve hiked with our packs, worshipped like crazy and slept in our tiny tent. We’ve met the incredible “B” squad and shared great conversations. We anticipate the rest of the week and can’t wait to find out who our team will be.
