Hey, all. I know that has been quite some time since my last post. I have had a lot going on. Even now, I have a lot going on in my mind. But let me tell you about camp. We went to Master's Camp at Alto Frio, (Which btw means like Cold River or something like that in Spanish.) On the first two days we learned/discussed how God is bigger than our tiny minds can fathom and how He can provide for our every need. Tuesday afternoon the entire camp was told not to use the water. There was something wrong that caused the camp's water pressure to go way down. At first they thought that it was a busted water line, but soon we learned that it was the drought. The wells where the camp got water from were nearly empty. Over 800 campers, no running water. All of the leaders met together to pray, our church group also met together and prayed, along with others. We knew God would provide. (After all, that was what we had been talking about for two days, was it not?) Sure enough, within hours, truckloads of water bottles and baby wipes and possibly hand sanitizer had been donated to the camp. People up to 40 miles away were concerned about the kids at camp. God did provide. That's not all though, He did more. By Wednesday evening we were allowed to take 3 minute showers and wash hands and flush toilets. It was amazing. Also while at camp, dozens of young men and women accepted Christ as their savior. That was pretty amazing.
Most of the week I was wrestling with one question, Am I called to missions? When there is turmoil like that in my heart or mind, I tend to lash out with violence. I don't mean to, it just kind of happens. Most of the week I spent threatening to fight my friend Austin, until finally I got an answer. I was doing the morning Bible study/quiet time one morning when suddenly I had the thought that MAYBE I should read the verse mentioned in the short Bible study lesson thingy that the camp provided. (Wow what a concept, right?) The verse was John 17:17, I read King James version so I will show you that version. Actually, it was the next verse that spoke to me. I read that one just for fun. I will show you both.
Most of the week I was wrestling with one question, Am I called to missions? When there is turmoil like that in my heart or mind, I tend to lash out with violence. I don't mean to, it just kind of happens. Most of the week I spent threatening to fight my friend Austin, until finally I got an answer. I was doing the morning Bible study/quiet time one morning when suddenly I had the thought that MAYBE I should read the verse mentioned in the short Bible study lesson thingy that the camp provided. (Wow what a concept, right?) The verse was John 17:17, I read King James version so I will show you that version. Actually, it was the next verse that spoke to me. I read that one just for fun. I will show you both.
17 Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.
18 As thou hast sent me into the world, even so have I also sent them into the world.
Verse 18 was almost like I was eavesdropping on Jesus talking to God and saying, "Look, I am sending {Cowgirl}."
I was like okay, this is the final straw.I am yours, use me as you like. I forgot to mention another way God told me what He wanted from me. It is related to the water shortage.
You may or may not know that I am a little bit of a spaz about germs. I always just need to wash my hands. (Not like obsessively, but if there is no soap after I use the bathroom I freak out...) A few weeks ago I had been thinking, and I said/thought, "God, I will go anywhere you ask and do whatever you want, provided that I can wash my hands." So when God took away the water, it was almost as if He was telling me that
A) I will go where He wants and do as He says with or without clean hands
because
B) He is all powerful. He controls the water, the soap, the germs, all of it. So that was how God spoke to me at camp. Some other highlights include me learning that I have a magical pen, I am one of three wielders of such a pen. I drew a birdcrab on most of my friends. I made my friend Micah super happy by drawing a hockey player birdcrab, He loves hockey. We skipped a dance party the camp had to have our own amazing talent show, hosted by our very own Micah Tisher. I killed a scorpion with a broom at 6 AM and um...we tattooed each other with pens/markers. (It was Christian though because we added a Bible verse.) My friend Fearless Leader has been dubbed a bully because she knocked Micah to the ground when they both were trying to catch a frisbee. (It was an accident.) Lot's of amazing stuff and bonding time. It was amazing. For now, I am focused on preparing to be a missionary wherever God takes me. I am learning Swahili at the moment which is interesting. Duolingo works. My friend is almost fluent. Keep me in your prayers, that I stay on GOd's path and that I shine for His glory in the darkness that is school. I think that is about all for now. I am going to take a nap I think. It has been a long week and next week is going to be long as well. Also pray for my dad please, my being called to missions is hard for him. Have a good day you guys!
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