Last week I had the amazing opportunity to lead a small group of 10th grade girls at our churches summer camp in Myrtle Beach. These seven girls each had a story to tell, and each came from different walks of faith. There were many highs and lows. Times where I didn’t think I was connecting with them. Times where I was stretched to share more than maybe I felt I should or could, but I did. Times where I felt I was failing and times where I felt I had reached them just a little more that day. It was hard and draining, but oh so worth it. But I couldn’t have done it alone.
Every morning, the leaders would gather for worship and prayer. We would then discuss our stories of failure and success with our groups over a cup of coffee. It was so relieving to see I was not the only one with self-doubt, the only one who felt they haven’t done enough. But in this time that we gathered we lifted each other up, encouraged each other to press on, and lead others to His glory. This week also brought some new friends – ones I could share my views with and discuss my struggles with, while helping them with theirs. They helped me realize how alike we really are and that we are not alone in our trials and tribulations. And just when I needed that extra push, friends from home would text words of encouragement and scripture.
Then the best part came near the end of the week. The point when my girls started to ask the hard questions, things I didn’t quite know the answers to, but lead me to desire to know more. God had been stirring in their hearts and it was amazing to witness what He was doing in their lives. Their desire to know Jesus and God’s word was nothing short of inspiring. It is beautiful to see how God can use us through our brokenness to bring Glory to His name. To be able to share the broken messy pieces of my life has been so incredible. To know we aren’t alone and we all struggle. The story of redemption is beautiful.
There are some days I can’t believe God gave me this life I live. I came into this past week wanting my girls see the real me. Not the “put-together” silhouette of me but the very essence of who I am: broken but made perfectly whole in Jesus. To simply be real. We were not made to be perfect. So why do we try so hard? Why don’t we own our pain? Our struggles? Share it with others so, in turn, we can help others. That is my life mission: To be authentic, share my struggles and to be the hands and feet of Christ to bring people to Him. Because He is so good.
If you would like to see more pictures from camp or listen to the awesome teachings from our Pastor, here’s the link!
Much love + blessings,