c-a-m-p h-a-r-v EST two thousandten...camp harvest 20-10...

ok, so it's been about two weeks since camp...
-my back has recovered
-my night's sleep has recovered
-my schedule has certainly recovered...
yet, my soul will never be recovered from what God did that week.

this song is still ringing in my head...watch this video to hear it.

this song was monumental in my spiritual growth.... see it here.

i've now gotten to know seventeen girls who completely rock my world. they teach me so much on a daily basis. they laugh at me & that's ok. we get each other. we cry with each other. bear burdens with each other. rejoice with each other. they may be 16 & 17 but they are learning the Word and should not be despised for their youth. they literally melt my heart.



the week was super fun & i'll always remember it, but i believe even more that Jesus Christ showed up in students' lives and they'll never be the same. to describe it as 'epic' would be an understatement.

so to say i've mulled it over and over in my head about what to write about it is also an understatement and here I am with nothing left to say. maybe words wouldn't do it justice?! not sure. but, if you see transformed lives, by the grace of God - walking around as teenagers from harvest bible chapel.... i would not be surprised.

Isaiah 12:5 says it best: "Sing praises to the LORD, for he has done gloriously;
let this be made known in all the earth."
kg:)

bagagge ----> healed

packing up 3 people for 8 days has become something that isn't so intimidating, i do the best i can and if we're all clothed & clean i feel pretty good about it. but, when we could barely zip the bag that luke's stuff had gotten into because of the zipper i was thinking... time to invest in some new luggage.

the power shopper in me got this luggage a year into marriage at a garage sale... a set of 3 for $10... in my book that's a steal. so, needless to say parting with this luggage has been sentimental for me. no, i'm not a hoarder... it was already on the front lawn this morning with the rest of the garbage but i did think about all the trips that the luggage accompanied us on... if only it could talk.... like the time i packed rice cereal for carter on our trip to italy and when i opened it up rice cereal was on everything, yep... clothes, diapers, you name it;) or when it would come home from camp harvest full of stinky clothes... i guess the list could go on and on...

but, then it started to make me think about the baggage we all carry around. and how we talked about healing at camp last week and how my mind can get so easily entangled in the thoughts that I should give to God.

there are lots of messages I hear spoken from the Word of God that pierce my heart to the core and allow me to realize the changes needed in my life but I would say a much fewer percentage that make me cry, really cry. the message on healing was one of them. that's why I have to share these four points with you...aren't you sick of the baggage (the constant rock you carry around?)
- Everyone needs to be healed [of guilt, circumstances (chosen & unchosen), a sense of self-sufficiency... the list could go on and on ]
-Your healing can't be earned.
-Healing comes in unexpected ways... God's way & His timing.
-Healing reveals the healer (let's stop calling it vague names like 'everything happens for a reason' or the universe is on my side... it's God revealing himself to us.

If you need healing, you can be healed. Remember who you are because of who your FATHER IS. Jesus already paid for all of it.

so, yep... these thoughts all started with an old, tattered piece of baggage. But, as I type this I am healed of feelings of hurt and things I've been dragging around behind my back that have finally been 'checked-in' to the only Healer that can meet my every need. Why don't you check your baggage too?
healed,
kg

you know you're a leader when...

- you walk into the bathroom and the girls stop talking. i mean complete chatter to utter silence. [yep my pregnant, i'll be in here a lot.]

- you find boys near the girls cabins & they're asking where the showers are [even though you act clueless, i can read into what you're saying here]

-you pull up to the camp in the dark after being at the hospital with a student and a kid comes and bangs on your windows to scare you. it is then followed up with a lesson on disrespecting authority. [didn't i promise myself i wouldn't be like that?!]

-you laugh hysterically in your head when you overhear kids talking dreadfully about the fact that their parents 'hack' into their facebook [i'm thinking to myself, if you only knew... you have very good parents]

- at a dance party you only know 3, yes 3 of the songs. [did i mention they are from your prom?!]

- you're debating whether or not you should talk to students about their choice of clothing... particularly sofee shorts [and you remember the days you used to wear those shorts]

yep... being a leader has it's perks...glad i'm back to full time motherhood to a 1 1/2 year old and that i'm having two boys... yep, boys.
hahahhaha,
kg:)