Survivor Camp

Survivor Camp was the best experience so far! I loved every second of it and my heart feels afire whenever I think of the ways the Lord began to show me His heart for the true injustice others suffer through. We left early and only really spent a day there due to a couple of incidents, but it has changed us all. They took away basic rights, but I had Jesus and that is all that truly matters in the end. It does not matter if I did not have deodorant or anything to eat other than rice and beans... although my team did win a chicken. (That story will come out later.) It did not matter that our camp was ransacked or that I got lost more times than I could count. It was about Jesus and finding the Father’s heart in what we, as privileged Americans, felt was completely unjust. If this is the way we feel about a little injustice than how much more does a good and loving Father feel about true injustice? Take a moment and think about the LRA. The Lord’s Resistance Army and Joseph Kony… how do you feel? Does your heart break? Do you feel anger at the fact he is killing his own people? That he is having children kill; children are abducted and never seen again. Now imagine how much more the Father’s heart breaks. Think about the sex industry. Child and adult pornography, children and women trafficked across cities and towns into various countries and/or continents. This is what my heart breaks for; anyone who talks to me feels my passion for this issue. How much more does His heart break? Think of the child who have nothing to eat and nowhere to go. Think how the older siblings are forced to give up a childhood and care for the younger ones. They are forced to go without so a little one can live another hour or day. Think of all the children who have lost their parents to AIDS and Ebola and various other diseases. Some of them are even preventable! There are so many other situations that would take too long to discuss, but if your heart is breaking how much more is His?! I began to ask my Father for my heart to break the way His does. As I continued to pray it out, I began to weep. I remember saying “God, this is too much!” and He responded back, ever so gently, “This is only the beginning.” Thinking about it, I cannot help but wonder how much more, how much deeper there is. Ever since then, I have been cranky, extremely touché, and having to apologize to almost everyone. So the fight has begun. But my Christ is a winner. Oh, big news! I switched over to Rescue Ops. I am so excited too! The focuses are different and the same, but Rescue Ops is more about human trafficking, which as you know, is my heart. I am so excited for focus nights and for learning all I can. I watched Nefarious: Merchant of Souls yesterday when everyone went into town and I was one of seven left at the base. Not going to lie though, I loved every second of almost everyone being gone. Anyway, it was awesome watching the documentary again and feeling the passion and love of God for these girls/women. I cannot want until I am released to speak into their lives and watch as the Lord transforms who they are in the way only He can. One day. One day the road they are on will no longer be the end, but a beautiful and wonderful beginning. No more despair. No more self-hatred and hate toward others. No more fear. Only a life so beautiful. Only a life remade by God our Father.