Training Camp Day 3/4
Everyday so far I seem to dive deeper into the intricacies of our heavenly father. I continuously have to redefine his glory, and let him out of my box. At the same time, I am reminded over and over that I am no were close to figuring this whole thing out in its’ entirety.
One place I still haven’t figured out is distinguishing between the voice of God and my own thoughts and ambitions. God seems to communicate with me mostly through scriptures, and that is how I best understand him, but there have been a few times that I feel like he has given me a very specific prophetic word for someone else.
The most recent of these instances developed over the first few days of training camp, and I have no idea what it was all about. On like my second day at training camp, I feel like God started to tell me to talk to another camper. I didn’t know why, or about what, but over the next 24 hours it became increasingly clear. God wanted me to ask something along the lines of, “Do you need to talk to someone,� and then to just sit down and listen to them.
Now it took me another few hours to find the time and courage to actually act on this, but when I did I changed the message just a little. Instead of saying what I felt like God was telling me to say, I decided it would be less awkward to say, “If you ever need to talk to anyone, just let me know.� I then continued to my seat and began to worship.
God very quickly confronted me about this making it very clear that I was supposed to ask something completely different, and I actually felt convicted. That’s right, I changed a couple words and now I’m sitting in worship repenting for it.
Now, if that didn’t suck enough, I still felt like God was telling me to go and actually ask what He originally told me to ask. If I thought it was going to be awkward the first time, I could only imagine what it would be like going back and saying, “Hey I need to talk to you again. God didn’t tell me to say what I said, He told me to ask you this.�
So, of course I went back the next day and asked what God had told me to ask, and I wish I could say that they just broke down into tears and shared everything with me that they had been holding in for like the past 10 years, but they didn’t. They looked me straight in the eyes and said no. They had nothing they needed to talk about, or at least not to me.
Why did God have me do this? I don’t really know. I have a thousand theories, but I don’t think I will ever know. If I could just learn to obedient to God, the first time he asks me, I think amazing things could happen.
