“The airport lost half your bags, and you all have to figure out how to sleep tonight as a squad. Wake up is at six!” After reading the simulation training camp instructions, our squad trainer folded the paper and slipped it back into his rain jacket pocket, and left us for the night.
My friend Katie and I exchanged glances, and I asked her, “Wanna be my roommate tonight?”
“Sure! Where do you want to set up?” she asked excitedly.
I dumped out my damp tent onto the wet Georgia clay, and we set it up and discussed how we would sleep.
Katie told me, “I have a blanket and a lot of clothes, so I should be fine.”
“Well if you get cold in the night,” I told her, “you better wake me up and we can share my sleeping bag. If I wake up in the morning and find out you were cold and you didn’t tell me, I’m going to be mad at you.”
“Ok,” she laughed, “I’ll tell you.”
We fell asleep excited about what the next day would hold. At some point in the night, I had a vivid dream of someone unzipping my sleeping bag and placing it over Katie and I. I immediately woke up, looked around, observed Katie sleeping, shrugged and went back to sleep. Not long after that I violently got woken up because it felt like I was sleeping inside a furnace. I quickly realized that the Holy Spirit was trying to tell me to share my sleeping bag with Katie, so I said, “Ok, God, I hear you this time. So sorry.” I unzipped my sleeping bag and placed it over both of us. I also woke up any time I rolled over and accidentally pulled the sleeping bag off Katie.
At one point when I was putting it back on her, she mumbled, “It’s ok, Sarah. You don’t need to share your sleeping bag.” I looked over and saw that she had put more clothes on since we had fallen asleep, and realized she was just saying that to be nice. I responded, “Girl, I’m burning up. Jesus wants you to have some of this sleeping bag. Don’t even worry about it.”
We woke up to loud horns beeping outside our campsite. I sat up, looked at Katie and asked, “Why didn’t you wake me up last night when you got cold?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I didn’t want to wake you up I guess.”
“Well Jesus cares about your sleep and He woke me up for you.” I told her the story, and we both laughed about how crazy awesome our God is.
