At the Foot of the Cross

Sorry it’s been over a month since I’ve wrote anything. I’m going to try to do better and share what is going on here in the craziness of camp. I knew it would get hectic, but this year with four day weeks it seems even faster. Every spare moment is devoted to sleep or study. And although my body screams for rest most of the time, I’ve never felt more like I’m right where God wants me. Constantly I feel surrounded by his presence. Having such godly influences around me only continues to remind me of the person I’m meant to be. Not to mention… I think the soreness in my stomach the first was not only from all the hard work, but also from laughing so much. My brothers and sisters mean the world to me and I can’t wait to see where God leads each us.

But of course the highlight always is the little girls. One day of watching their faces light up after each salvation and encouraging them to try new and exciting challenges with Christ’s strength alone could be enough joy to last a life time. Every new story and struggle leads us back to the foot of the cross where we empty everything only to be filled by his Holy Spirit. My prayer tonight is for action. This word resounds in my head and has echoed for days now. His followers must put their feet to the pavement and take strides for justice and love. These young children are grasping the simple concepts so many push aside and ignore. What we hear affects our thoughts and then our hearts… and eventually our actions. Listening to his still, small voice remains my ambition and longing for my life and for each child I have the privilege of meeting this summer. My heart longs to faith like Ruth and the bravery of Rahab. How I desire to daily walk in trusting obedience that Mary had. Let our hearts soak up the entirety of our Savior only to become more servant hearted. Ignite those around you.