Week 8...

For those who read this and didn't know... I am learning sign language. It's such a beautiful language... something that I have found to be extremely personal. Lately, during worship through song... I've been signing, and just gotten so much more out of what the Lord is saying to me. I love it.

Week 8. Boy, did I never think this week would come! My body, my thoughts, my spiritual life is so drained. Thinking about going home for about 2 or 3 weeks is so refreshing to me. But I almost feel not ready to go home. I'm afraid. Just like a camper would be. I'm afraid of making all of these promises to God throughout the summer... and forgetting about every single one of them back on campus. I desire to show Christ to OBU. And, all you OBU-ins reading this... we can all agree that the school lacks Jesus Christ because of the religious bubble we have gotten ourselves into. I desire to disciple someone. Maybe... hopefully, a couple someones.

Anyways. Pray for a spiritual revival. I'm so scared of going home and falling into religious routines.

Ice... POP.

Well, It was just a normal Thursday afternoon. Jeremy and I headed over to the Riverfront concessions area to grab some popsicles. We grabbed 2 boxes and put it in the ice chest. I looked at Jeremy, and said, “do you think that’s enough?” He said, “No, just grab a couple more…”… I bent over the edge of the freezer to grab some more… and as soon as I did, Jeremy and Steven from concessions picked me up by my feet, and threw me into the freezer.

Funny, huh? Well, it gets better.

I was hurt. Falling on boxes of popsicles is not comfortable. AND, I hit my top lip on the edge of a cup that was in the freezer.

And I have a fat lip.

HA!

The Lord has constantly been teaching me new and exciting things. It is so great to be here. I've never had this good of a spiritual walk with the Lord. It takes quite a bit of effort; but the results are such a blessing in my life!

Today, this girl came to the Hut to apply for OBU... and she was just a doll to be around. As I was complaining about how many cards we had, she simply said, "Praise God!"... Thats right praise God that we have so many cards. Praise God for everything. Ah. I love it.

"You are on our side"

Boy, am I a complainer. I’ve noticed this in my life lately (along with sarcasm, which I will save for a different day). I complained and complained, “I am having to do a cabin devotion every night…”, “No one else actually works…”, “I haven’t gotten a break to go get a cup of water in forever…”. Camp does this to you. I was … of course complaining to one of my good friends Michael, and he said, “yeah, but just think of how many students have accepted Christ this summer”. Ouch. I took my eyes off the goal: what I’m here for.

Since I’ve figured this out (thankfully I figured it out about week 5…5 weeks too late, but that’s okay!) My life has been so different. I have been treating people with so much more respect.

Last night. I was just thinking (and kind of praying/complaining) to the Lord, and… I said, “Lord, out off all of these students that have accepted you this summer, I haven’t gotten a chance to invest in any of them, or much less pray with any of them.

So, I go and do my devo at this cabin. I share my testimony, which is my favorite thing to share because it means so much to me… I back it up with scripture in Genesis 22, about having to sacrifice a lot. After I was done, I started walking down the hill (HUGE hill, by the way)… and I hear, “heather!! Wait!”… This girl is running up to me with tears streaming down her face…. She said, “Heather, Thank you so much for talking to us tonight. Your testimony touched my heart”. I assumed that she had so much more than that to say, so she and I sat down. She began pouring out her heart to me, telling me that like I had explained in my own testimony, she feels like she is fake fruit, and she has been faking being a Christian, and got saved for the wrong reasons…. And she looked and me and said, “I’m so scared though.” And I asked her, “Why?”, she replied… “Everyone will judge me! I don’t know how people will react. I’ve told my testimony before, I’ve been baptized before…” and I stopped her in the middle of her sentence.. “its all just stuff. The Lord wants you to obey Him, and that’s all he asks.”… and so she looked at me, began to cry… and said… “Heather, I want to be a Christian.”.

I got to pray with her.. and in a way witness a miracle. Praise God! How great is our God… really! Without my testimony the way that God planned that all out, Micah may not even be a Christian right now.

Praise God for who he is. Savior. Redeemer. Rock. Refuge. I am. Shepherd. Abba Father. My Lord.

Boy, oh Boy!

Well. Here's that little feeling again. Actually, its the same one that has continued for quite a few years. I'm ready. I'm ready. Can I say that again? I'm ready.

I know that the Lord is going to bring him in His timing.. but. I'm ready.

Even just to meet him. Just a simple conversation...
I'm just not going to settle any more. I was really about to, but finally the Lord convicted me about it! (Praise God!)

This was a rant. I know. I need to work on fililng my desire for this... with the Lord!

For I am God's masterpiece...
The King is entralled by my beauty..
all beautiful you are my darling!...
:)

I"m Ready.

Happy 2nd Birthday to me!!

What a Glorious day! I realized yesterday that the day before (July 1) was my 2nd spiritual birthday!! It was cool to be in the same... place.. that I was when I accepted Christ.

I have alot to say, but In-Cabin bible study is soon. peace.