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 2 Missions camp!!! :)

The second week was missions week. During these weeks we brought in younger boys that had never been before, and probably never heard the gospel before. Though we were all exhausted from the previous week God gave us an extra measure of energy. This week is the one that touched me the most. Even though most of the boys in my cabin had already accepted Christ there was one a few that hadn't. And one of them for sure changed that during that week. On Wednesday he accepted Christ as His Savior! Then when we got back to the cabin the one thing he said over and over was the phrase "a Christian like me!" he was so excited to have found Christ. During that week God blessed me with an amazing group of boys, they were obedient, they cared for each other, and really came together as a family. One boy in particular really let Christ shine through him. His name was Jared, he had such a heart of service, and a desire to help others. When the end of the week came, it was the hardest goodbye I've ever made. Several of the boys said they didn't want to go home, and then they started crying. Even the oldest and most mature of them. It was all I could to to keep from crying myself, I felt as if my kids were going to college, I just hated watching them drive off. But God is good, and he taught me just how much these boys need a man in their lives just to love them. It was incredible to be that man for a week. God is amazing
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  1. ArtAugust 4, 2010 at 9:30 PM

    "It was incredible to be that man for a week." Hmmm.

    It's really making me happy to read these stories of your time as a counselor. :D

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