I chose this title because that's what I want you to do when you come here. This is a place to share my thoughts and experiences. A record of my journey. A place to share what I see about God, and I would be honored if you would come and watch with me.

Statue of Clay?
So why didn't I just put my name? Well, to answer that question I'll first tell you why I chose this name. I chose it because it's what I am. See, my goal is to be a statue that stands fixed pointing to heaven, and for now i'm just made of clay. When the rain comes I often melt and lose my form. But the more I stare at the sky, the more the Son will bake me, and the stronger I will become. One day I hope to be a statue of stone, that can stand the weather, unmovable, staring to the sky without blinking. Why didn't I just use my name? Because every time I write I don't want it to be "me" writing. I want to remember to keep my gaze fixed upon Him and so I chose a name that will remind me to do just that.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Boys week 1 Dicipleship week!
After the four weeks of girls camp it was our turn to be the counselors and minister to the kids. The first week was discipleship camp for kids that had been there before, had been saved, and wanted to know more about God. We were bursting with excitement at what God was going to do! And then the campers arrived, such overwhelming joy! Then we got to the cabin....let me tell you something right now. When you get 10 thirteen to fifteen year old boys from the projects in a cabin the size of a master bedroom...It takes a supernatural miracle of God. And the best part is that God always proved faithful. During that week one of my campers accepted Christ as His Savior (which by the way NEVER gets old!!!!)And God provided the opportunity for me to help teach these young men about their God and specifically about the Holy Spirit. There were many trials that week, but also many victories. We battled homesickness, massive amounts of energy, and the powers of darkness to tell these boys about God and it was all worth it! After being with them for a week and pumping the idea of being a family into them all week it was so hard to let them go at the end of the week. They really were my family. That week I came to the end of myself and realized full well that God is the only one who can do anything in the live of the boys. And only if I gave up myself and let God work through me could I effectively minister to the boys.
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