This past week I went on an oatmeal/pudding slipping slide, made a home in the Lazy River, sweat off like a million pounds, woke up at five a.m. and rediscovered myself. :)
I suppose when people come back from church camps that's typically what they say: I rediscovered myself! But I'm going to say the most cliche thing possible by telling you (whoever you are) that this was different.
Out of all the camps we've done and I can't say I've ever been at one like Come Awake 2011. There was so much joy. So much spiritual warfare. So much energy. So much peace. Every year I leave thinking I can't happily come back to reality, but this year although I still didn't want to leave, I rode that bus home confident that returning back to reality could only mean God would do greater things in me than He already had. In all of us.
The most beautiful sight and sounds in the world were surely discovered this week: Kids with all their hearts, KNOWING and not just believing that they were destined for a divine destiny. Born to change the world. Its a sound I still can't get out of my head, and a picture that I know I'll be holding next to my heart for the rest of my life. Because God didn't just do something in those kids, He did something in me and the other workers. He awakened something, I mean I don't know about anyone else but for me it was just to chill and be confident in His plan for me, because He really does have one.
I'm going to stop myself short because there is so many hilarious things I could say about camp, and some really touching stories too, and if I allow myself to start I won't stop.
So Hey, Might As Well, stay awakened.
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