Seriously?
Again?

Just under a week till camp and I have once again had my heart broken!

I had a message from a Mum asking if we could please take special care of her daughter over the weekend as she has been having an especially hard time lately. And as I read her words my heart began to crumble. That part of my heart that was totally shattered last year (and the year before!), that part that was just starting to heal was once again being torn apart again!

“Really God?”
“Again? Why does this happen every year.”
“I thought I was prepared and now I wonder if I really am.”
“What can I say to these girls that will make a difference?”
“It’s not too late to cancel is it?”
“God, I can’t do this!”

I sat back in my chair with tears cascading down my face and God whispered (again) to me:

“You got this Honey. I have called you and equipped you and I have created you for such a time as this. I believe in you”

And with that gentle reminder, I wiped away the tears and my sadness turned to anger at what goes on in the world. A world where we try and protect our kids the best we can, but it’s a world that would spew forth its hatred on young unsuspecting girls. Beautiful girls that have their innocence stolen from them. A choice that was not theirs, but will have consequences for years to come. A world where the actions of others can change the way a young girl will view herself, and how the lies of the enemy will take hold, and contradict God’s truth.

“NOT ON MY WATCH SATAN”

As long as I have breath and He calls me to, I will fight for those girls. I will stand against the lies of the enemy and I will speak God’s truth over them till it sinks into the core of their being and they start to believe it.

His truth:
They are loved.
They are adored.
They are fearless.
That He has a plan and a purpose for every single one of them.
They are perfectly and wonderfully made.
They are a Daughter of the King.

And so as I wade through the spreadsheets, the cabin lists and the logistics of camp, God reminds me of why I am doing this. He reminds me that it’s not about the fun, the gifts or even the spreadsheets! But it is about speaking His truth into His girls. So I pause. I take a deep breath and let His words sink into the core of who I am so that in turn, I can speak into their lives. “You have got this, I believe in you.”

And for that my friends, I am so thankful.