So, I've been slacking of on #Reverb11. For a while, I didn't really like the prompts and, then, I just didn't think about writing. This post of going to be kind of a "catch up" from the last week-ish of not posting.
Where did you leave a mark?
I think I felt a mark on the CentriKid team I directed this summer. I didn't know until after the summer that the things I said and had been passionate about really had stuck with some of them. I can't tell you how many times I've seen a tweet, wall post, comment, or text message that has my infamous challenge, "rock it out!" I said this multiple times a day to my team and apparently it stuck!I also think I left a mark on them in the fact that I was constantly reminding them, and myself, that camp isn't our ministry. There are 10 months out of the year when we're NOT at camp. 10 months to make a difference. 10 months to pour into others. 10 months to share what the Lord has brought us through. 10 months to spread the gospel!!! I didn't realize that my passion on this topic left a mark until I read a blog post on of my staffers, Molly, had written. She wrote about how you have to love out your faith in everyday life and that our ministry doesn't stop once camp is over. She couldn't be more true.
Who touched your heart?
I'll (try to) be quick with this one. The thing, or moment, that touched my heart the most was this summer when I helped lead to girl to Christ. First of all, I'm not a fan of that phrase "lead someone to Christ." He doesn't NEED me to do that, but hopefully you understand what I mean.
Anyway, she came down front after an amazing, Gospel-filled sermon by our camp pastor, David. Ordinarily, I didn't go down front to counsel kids. I was the camp director so I didn't have a ton of one-on-one conversations with the kids. It was the staff who spent hours a day pouring into these kids, so I left that part of the evening to them. But, on this night, all the staff was already counseling kids so I went down. This little girl walked up to me with a focused look on her face. We went outside and I asked her why she had come down front. Her response was quick and to the point, "I'm ready to accept God as my Savior. Now. Right now." I asked her a few questions to confirm that she knew what she was doing. She did. Then I asked her to pray to accept Christ. I wasn't going to do it for her or have her repeat some "magical" prayer. She began to pray and tell God that she believed in Him and she knew that she did wrong thing, but that she wanted to follow Him anyway. It was beautiful... and innocent. It was perfect. As she was praying, the tears began to flow--from both of us. When she said "amen!," She jumped into my lap and gave her the biggest hug and welcomed her as a new sister in Christ. We, then, went to told her church group leader. The leader was so happy for her and all she could do was hug and hold her. Perfect!
When were you most grateful?
There were a lot of times when I was grateful this year, but I think the most poignant memory was when my CentriKid team rallied around me when my papaw died our second week of camp. I knew it was coming, but it still hurt. My mom called right when I was about to begin our nightly staff meeting. When I came back in the auditorium, they could tell that something was wrong. I told them and they circled around me and prayed over my and my family. I felt so incredibly loved by them and could see their genuine concern. I was most grateful for them at that moment because, while at camp, they were my family. They were the ones I could turn to and be encouraged by. I love them so much!
Ok, so I've made up for a few days. I'll be better at writing in the coming days. Promise:)
Who touched your heart?
I'll (try to) be quick with this one. The thing, or moment, that touched my heart the most was this summer when I helped lead to girl to Christ. First of all, I'm not a fan of that phrase "lead someone to Christ." He doesn't NEED me to do that, but hopefully you understand what I mean.
Anyway, she came down front after an amazing, Gospel-filled sermon by our camp pastor, David. Ordinarily, I didn't go down front to counsel kids. I was the camp director so I didn't have a ton of one-on-one conversations with the kids. It was the staff who spent hours a day pouring into these kids, so I left that part of the evening to them. But, on this night, all the staff was already counseling kids so I went down. This little girl walked up to me with a focused look on her face. We went outside and I asked her why she had come down front. Her response was quick and to the point, "I'm ready to accept God as my Savior. Now. Right now." I asked her a few questions to confirm that she knew what she was doing. She did. Then I asked her to pray to accept Christ. I wasn't going to do it for her or have her repeat some "magical" prayer. She began to pray and tell God that she believed in Him and she knew that she did wrong thing, but that she wanted to follow Him anyway. It was beautiful... and innocent. It was perfect. As she was praying, the tears began to flow--from both of us. When she said "amen!," She jumped into my lap and gave her the biggest hug and welcomed her as a new sister in Christ. We, then, went to told her church group leader. The leader was so happy for her and all she could do was hug and hold her. Perfect!
When were you most grateful?
There were a lot of times when I was grateful this year, but I think the most poignant memory was when my CentriKid team rallied around me when my papaw died our second week of camp. I knew it was coming, but it still hurt. My mom called right when I was about to begin our nightly staff meeting. When I came back in the auditorium, they could tell that something was wrong. I told them and they circled around me and prayed over my and my family. I felt so incredibly loved by them and could see their genuine concern. I was most grateful for them at that moment because, while at camp, they were my family. They were the ones I could turn to and be encouraged by. I love them so much!
Ok, so I've made up for a few days. I'll be better at writing in the coming days. Promise:)
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