God has an amazing plan for each of our lives.
It was yesterday morning that the AD (Area Director) I have been with since July 10 and I were both thinking about washing our kids feet yesterday morning and had a text exchange about it. As I sat on a rock in the stream, it quickly became obvious that my shorts were going to be wet. I was okay with that. While one of the guys read the story of Jesus washing the disciples feet, I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to be a fly on the wall, watching Jesus do so. Sitting on the rock in the stream, I looked around and couldn't help but see God in the nature around me. I've loved being able to spend time with these girls. Being able to serve them this week by washing their feet and pray over them was priceless.
What you might not know is, that for the past two weeks, I've spent a lot of time in prayer, and talking with my co-workers here at SpringHill. All of that time has been spent thinking, talking, and praying about what God's amazing plan for me is. What he has started to make very clear to me is that he wants me in ministry.
God's plan for me hasn't always been clear. Yet, as He works in my life, He continues to blow my mind. The way that he works to make things happen sometimes seem hard to handle, but He has us experience those things so that we grow and learn to rely more on Him than on the world for our needs.
What I didn't expect during the time spent washing campers feet last night was that I would find myself loving being able to serve these campers in this way. I also realized that I am now feeling a sense of direction and purpose in my life that I haven't felt since before I was let go from my previous job. As I've thought about it, working at SpringHill Camps, I've found a place where I feel needed, wanted, loved, appreciated, and a place where I feel like what God is calling me to do in the long term is being fulfilled in the short term.
I can say that God's plan for my future is bright, and holds ups and downs.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
God's words
I can't help but be amazed by the way that the simplest action has an impact on others.
Back in 2014, about halfway through the summer, I was working with a group of campers that was having a huge impact on me. One of those campers was the first camper I had a one on one conversation with. I later had another one on one conversation with another camper in that cabin. I somehow always managed to be with a third camper when she was crying. The thing was, that group of campers was the first group that I had fully connected with. It was a group of campers that needed a lot of love, but also loved me as much as I loved them. It was that group that I wrote letters to. I wrote each of them a letter, but didn't put any names on any of the letters, and trusted that God would give me the right words for each letter, and would put the right letter in the hands of the camper that needed those words the most.
After that group of campers, I regularly would write letters to the girls cabin I was working with. It continued last summer.
This summer, the first group of campers I worked with was a two week mega area. We had two girls cabins and one guy cabin with roughly 39 campers. Before meeting the kids, I was already writing each one of those 39 kids a letter. I didn't need their name. I had a feeling that these kids needed to hear something God had to say to them through me. Each letter had a verse in it. I knew that each of the letters would find its way to the kid in the area that needed to hear those words the most.
I had no idea just how big of an impact that the letters would have on the kids,but many of the girls said that their letter had the words that they needed to hear.
You might not always realize it, but more often than not, God will speak to you through someone else.
Back in 2014, about halfway through the summer, I was working with a group of campers that was having a huge impact on me. One of those campers was the first camper I had a one on one conversation with. I later had another one on one conversation with another camper in that cabin. I somehow always managed to be with a third camper when she was crying. The thing was, that group of campers was the first group that I had fully connected with. It was a group of campers that needed a lot of love, but also loved me as much as I loved them. It was that group that I wrote letters to. I wrote each of them a letter, but didn't put any names on any of the letters, and trusted that God would give me the right words for each letter, and would put the right letter in the hands of the camper that needed those words the most.
After that group of campers, I regularly would write letters to the girls cabin I was working with. It continued last summer.
This summer, the first group of campers I worked with was a two week mega area. We had two girls cabins and one guy cabin with roughly 39 campers. Before meeting the kids, I was already writing each one of those 39 kids a letter. I didn't need their name. I had a feeling that these kids needed to hear something God had to say to them through me. Each letter had a verse in it. I knew that each of the letters would find its way to the kid in the area that needed to hear those words the most.
I had no idea just how big of an impact that the letters would have on the kids,but many of the girls said that their letter had the words that they needed to hear.
You might not always realize it, but more often than not, God will speak to you through someone else.
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