Leaving for Training Camp on Friday, I felt a lot of apprehension, but was sure God had called me to Kenya this summer. This past year, I have really wrestled with the Lord. I have known that God is calling me to much more than I have been walking in during the past year, but I have refused to give in to the Spirit out of fear and caring too much about what others think of me.
The first night of worship here at camp was AWEsome. We have been focusing on declaring and speaking words out loud so that they come into being. Basically, this is the first time that I have felt completely safe in God's presence. I feel comfortable worshipping however I see fit in His presence.
There has also been some serious spiritual warfare going on in my heart and in my mind. When I have missed home, the enemy asked me if being with God is honestly better than being comfortable in my house this summer, watching television all the time. And to be honest, I wasn't sure at first. Then, God did what He does, and wrecked that whole thought.
Last evening, we practiced listening prayer and encouragement over others as a large group. It was challenging and a little uncomfortable, but God was faithful in it. I have really been affirmed since being here that I am a Warrior of God and people will think I am crazy for how I act, but I shouldn't care. God has spoken so much identity into me since Friday night as well as more about intimacy with Him.
Again, Training Camp has been spiritually challenging, but the Lord has honored my perserverance. I am now more filled and more prepared to bring God's Kingdom to Kenya.
I am a Warrior. I am crazy. I am defined only by what God says about me. I have a Dad that is eternally loving and unimaginably powerful. I am going to Kenya.
