PRE TRAINING CAMP: beaten down.
Breaths were hard, smiles were few and fake, and hope, well,
that went on vacation without a schedule request. Just up and left.
True story: the girl that was so fired up for this mission
trip called The World Race sat one night in Granny’s living room, sobbing, and
sent out some text messages saying that I had no connection with God, felt more
disconnected spiritually than ever, and was so over the trip
Enter in wise
friends, one with these words: “Hah, well believe it or not that is hopeful to me. A
real look at your relationship with Him I believe leads to a better
understanding and an infinitely more intimate relationship. Basically, get back
to two main questions: why do you believe in God, and in the absolute core of
your being ,if faced with an absolute truth, do you believe in God and all the
Bible entails. Really dwell on those questions and I have faith he will meet
with you.”
(thank goodness I save encouraging text
messages!)
Driving to training camp:
My
thoughts were few and apathetic. I’ll probably be on an all girls team, just
watch. I hope these folks aren’t complete Holy rollers who think they are these
perfect missionary kids. I’ll have to head right back home.
THEN. Like everything else in my entire life, Christ teaches
me through hard situations, shows me that yet again, I feel struggle and
discord simply so I will bathe in the glory of His peace and love.
I don’t really
know how to sum up training camp. I can sit here and type how amazing my R
squad is; the immense amount of wonder I see in my team; The Liberators, I
could peck out words on this keyboard about the permanent lessons learned about
vows, soul ties, the power of our words; the utter joy found in a renewal of my
relationship with my Heavenly Father; even try and describe the greatness of
the Holy Spirit and finding a home
in constant flowing prayer.
But instead of all that, I’m just going to share a strand of
words I scribbled down during some worship songs one night in a pavilion fully
indwelt with God’s Spirit. This is odd for me, I write all the time, but never
share it. So. Feel special.
Air rushes around the whispering
dancing in the downpour among fallen shackles crashing away in the prophetic
moment blazing with freedom sirens produced within replenished roots numbering
greater than leaves projecting renewal restoring authority into proper beauty.
“R Squad’s” prayer circle in the lake. A true time of joy and declaring God’s truths!
