xox,
kirsten
There is so much hate in the world, and you can't love anyone else until you love yourself!
On July 13th I got on a bus with 25 other people to go to Camp Barnabas, a camp for children with special needs. On the bus they asked us to share our stories {or testimonies.} I stalled, I really didn't was 13 people to know my heart. I didn't want to be vulnerable. This is the first time ever that I have ever shared my story. I shared it on the bus ride down, in my cabin, bus ride back, and with my small group leader! It was so refreshing and it got us all so much closer to hear everyones stories. I still had no idea what I was in for, I didn't know what my camper would be like, what disability, boy/girl, etc. So going down to camp there was an unsettled feeling in my stomach. I wanted to know who my camper would be.
The last night was cross carry which is by far the most emotional event I have ever had the opportunity to be involved in. The cross has names if campers who have come to camp and since passed away. The cross is passed by all the cabins pray over it. It's really emotional because some of the campers know people on it. Every year I tell myself I won't cry and every year, I cry. It just is so heart breaking to see amazing kids who may not get to come back to camp the next year because of a disease. It always gets me. After cross carry we went to "sayso" which is a time for campers, CIAs, and staff to talk about their week. Merideth decided at the last minute to go up. It warmed my heart to hear her talk about how much she loved me and just being at camp. Hearing her talk that night made everything worth it.
I know it's been a while but I have been so sick and things have been crazy after getting back from camp! {& I am still working on my Barnabas blog, it will be up before the summer ends and hopefully earlier} But, today I would like to talk about something I noticed at my work last weekend.
Last year two days from today I left for Camp Barnabas for the first time. This year, in two days, I am going back. Let me explain the ironic thing, I can't think of one reason why I am going back. Honestly, I don't even know if I want to go back. My heart is pounding! I wish God would just tell me why the heck I am going back! Last year my camper and I didn't click at all, and I was so homesick! Don't get me wrong, I loved Lili. But, she was so quiet and I felt like she didn't appreciate me. {sorry, as a girl I long to be appreciated..} We had a lot of fun together as you see in the two pictures that go along with this post, but we never really bonded. So I can't imagine why God would send me back..
I rest in the fact that I am going back for a reason. I am being sent to this camp for a certain kid, a kid that needs me, or maybe I need them. Long story short, I have a purpose in going back. I just have to find it! Who knows maybe my camper will hate me, maybe it will be someone I was never expecting or maybe it will be someone I will get super close with. But I trust God to know that he has the perfect camper planned for me.
When you forget who you are and what your purpose on earth is, ask God to remind you why you are here. He will blow you away. You are not here to drool over One Direction, repin cute clothes, and have fun with your friends. As fun {and harmless.} as this stuff is, don't let it get in the wayof your calling on the earth. Love the least, encourage people, serve. No one on this earth is here on accident, even the meanest person. You are placed in your home, your classes, your friend groups, your church, for a certain purpose. Never lose sight of the things that actually matter. You can bring friends & family to heaven with you, but clothes, computer, phones, and other material items don't. Prioritize! If you open your heart to Gods plan and what he wants to do in your life I can guarantee you won't regret it. It won't be east but trust me, it is so worth it!