Thoughts from the past

I opened the first Bible I was ever given for the first time in months.  I've been reading the most recent addition to my collection of Bibles as of recently, so I hadn't seen my underlines, highlights, and notes to myself in my first Bible.  As I flipped through the pages, trying to figure out what I wanted to read, I saw a few notes I had written myself a little over a year ago.  One of those notes was:

"God has a plan for me!"

Another was:

"Sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes it is no, sometimes it is later." 

As I saw both of these notes, I couldn't help but smile.  Both of those notes to myself were written shortly after I arrived back at SpringHill last summer.  I had been through a rough spring, and during those first days back at camp, I was beginning to realize that I was learning and growing and that God's plan(s) for me were better than any plan I could make.

It was during those first few days that I found myself reading Psalm 142, 143, and 146.

"When my spirit is faint, you know my way." Psalm 142:3

"Teach me to do your will, for you are my God.  Let your good spirit lead me on a level path."  Psalm 143:10

"The Lord lifts up the downtrodden; he cast the wicked to the ground." Psalm 146:6

When I think about what happened last April and May, I can understand exactly why I was stuck in those three Psalms.

Since I returned home from camp in August, Matthew 6:5-15 and John 13:1-20 have been the parts of the Bible I have been stuck on.  These are where Jesus teaches what is now known as the Lord's Prayer, and the washing of the feet.  Thinking about it now, God might just have me stuck on those two passages now for a reason.  At camp, I rarely thought about myself but about others.  I was constantly thinking about the campers and their needs, and what I could do to help my co-workers.  I'm still learning how to be that kind of servant, the kind of servant that Jesus was when he washed the disciple's feet, outside of camp.

And there's that line from the Lord's prayer:

Thy will be done

There was that one week during the summer that changed my thoughts about what my future held-especially what God was asking me to do and be.  It isn't my will, but God's will.  I am most defiantly still a work in progress.  I am still learning and growing.  But being stuck on those two passages as of late is a good thing---they remind me of things that I need to remember.