Hey everybody! I leave for training camp the day after tomorrow! (Wednesday, August 10)
I don’t really have a theme for this post, I thought I would just tell you what God has been telling me and where I’ve been for the last couple months.
This summer has been kind of hard for me. I’m not gonna lie, somewhere along the way I lost focus on what the true goal is and who I’m supposed to be pleasing. I would love to be able to blame it on my job, on the fact the fundraising is HARD or that I’m so busy. I started to lean on my own strength and not on God’s.
But, as always, God is gracious and kind to me. This past Thursday was my last full day at work. I arranged to meet a friend for coffee afterward since I hadn’t seen her for awhile. When I walked into the coffee shop, my friend wasn’t there yet, but I found another friend that I hadn’t seen for awhile. As I sat down and started talking to her, I was still feeling the burn out wipe out my spirit. Our conversation took a twist, though, when she started to relate some of the things that were going on her life. Her life had just involuntarily taken a new direction. But the amazing thing about talking to her was that her faith wasn’t shaken. She took a couple of days to pray, she was searching for God’s will and was trusting that he would lead.
That conversation jarred me back into what faith looks like and how I need to trust God and make him the goal, not just raising the money.
The next conversation, with the friend that I was at the coffee shop to meet, was just as good. She had just come back from a mission trip to Texas and told me all about the amazing things that God had done for the people there. It’s always encouraging to hear about the way that God moves for people.
The weekend was a girls’ weekend away, which was good because I didn’t have to talk to anybody about fundraising or the World Race. And, as much as I’m looking forward to this mission trip, it’s been consuming my life for the last eight or nine months and to be away for a weekend was refreshing.
The last thing was church on Sunday. We made it back from our girls’ weekend in time for me to attend church at a place where I don’t normally attend. That turned out to also be God’s doing. The sermon was about running to win the race. It felt like God was speaking directly to me. “I’ve given you what you need. Run the race and fight the fight.”
The last several days have truly been a gift from God. He gave me conversations that ministered to me, a weekend away with a good friend that refreshed me and a sermon to challenge me. I’m heading to training camp the day after tomorrow with these things behind me, I think I’m ready:)
