I’ve been trying to write this blog since I got home from training camp, but the more that I think about it, the harder training camp becomes to explain.
I got asked repeatedly, “How was training camp?!” when I arrived back home. I couldn’t put it in words yet, but I tried new explanations for each person to see if any felt like the right fit. However, the more I tried to articulate all that happened the worse my explanations got, until I finally started killing the conversation with my responses.
“Training camp was AWESOME! The fam is great, I wore all of my clothes everyday for 10 days, and I only showered twice! I wasn’t ready to leave. “
Oh….
Apparently that explanation wasn’t full of the missionary pizzazz and glamour people were expecting.
I interpreted the look people gave me in a multi-faceted way, the first part was people taking a whiff to see if I had showered since I’d gotten back (I had), the second part was questioning whether I really had become family with my squad in merely 10 days and the third part of the look was that I must be crazy for being excited about this.
At first I was taken aback that people weren’t as excited as I was, but the more I thought about it, the more their responses made sense to me.
Training camp doesn’t make sense; in fact it’s everything your parents told you to never do.
When you look at training camp from a worldly point of view I had a slumber party with a complete stranger, ate mystery food, showered with water from a hose by scooping it out of a bucket and to top it all off played games where we pretend got diseases.
Seriously if I tried any of these things as a kid I’d be grounded or taken to a doctor to make sure I was okay in the head.
However…
Add Jesus to the whole situation and it’s a whole new ball game.
I had a slumber party with my sister, was nourished and clean, and built connections with people faster in 10 days then I ever thought possible.
For a moment my wandering soul was at peace among people God had been preparing me to meet. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Training camp wrecked my world and it is truly impossible to put into words, especially in one blog post. God moved mountains and preformed miracles people spend a lifetime praying to see.
I am on a squad of mighty warriors. God is raising up a group full of love, passion and faith. I could tell you every story but instead, let me assure you that there are mighty things coming in this next year and that my faith has grown, but my anticipation is even greater.
I hope you choose to follow our journey this year and experience how God is moving with us!
