Training Camp:
A lifetime of meaning. A wrecked heart. Broken chains. A new family. Love. Community. Freedom.
I don’t know how to describe the things I experienced at training camp; so much happened. I was stretched in ways I didn’t know possible. I was wrecked spiritually, mentally, physically and emotionally. I was broken and made new. I fought the deepest battles that raged in my heart and won. I was freed from chains I didn’t even know I still held on to. I was prayed over and encouraged by people I knew for minutes. My new family. The men of my squad showed me the value I have as a woman of Christ and have challenged me to continue to grow in Him. The women have become my sisters lifting me up still after training has passed. They have reminded me that my past is my past and I’m still worthy. I can still be used. I am loved. I am free.
For weeks I have prayed for my team. I had no idea who they would be but I knew God had big plans. After team Rhizoo was announced we prayed some more but this time as a team. Rhizoo is a Greek word meaning rooted. We are team who desires to be rooted in Him. As we go to the nations we will have a common goal; love. We will love each other so deeply and everyone else He places in our paths. I cannot wait to serve with these precious girls for however long God allows.
****Disclaimer
I know many of you reading are preparing for your training and wanted some insight but trust me…it’s better to not know. We slept in a school bus and ate strange food. We prayed, and worshipped, and danced, and prayed some more. We were stretched to our limits and then a little bit further. It was by far the hardest week of my life but also the best. Have no expectations as best you can and embrace the community and everything the staff has for you. Your life will never be the same.
