it’s no accident we’re here tonight, we are once in a lifetime
needle and haystack life, switchfoot
Thursday was a rougher day. I felt like I had to coax, argue, plead with the girlie to participate all day. I spent a lot of my downtime/solitary supervision time at camp praying anyway, but I was really asking God for strength, persistence and most importantly patience.
I never thought it would end [or Friday would begin] so beautifully though, through all the chaos.
I had to plead with the girlie to get out of bed to go to the bathroom and brush her teeth. She wasn’t biting at all. Wouldn’t move. This had gone on all day and my patience at 11:30 was just done. I broke down, tearfully pleading her to just get ready for bed. Finally I just couldn’t stand it anymore and asked E, another camper who was absolutely amazing to have around, to ask Nadine [the girls' counsellor and an amazing person] to deal with the girlie while I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed.
I was better by the time I got back to the cabin. I was just tired, exasperated and frustrated. As I was coming back, E was taking the girlie to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I was so, so grateful for that girl.
When they got back, the girlie sat with me for a bit and we talked. Her ankle hurt, she wasn’t feeling good . . . mostly, though, I think she was just tired. So was I. We hugged it out, were okay, and she climbed up to her bunk and fell asleep relatively quickly.
E and R were still up talking after everybody had fallen asleep, and I joined them haphazardly a bit, but then decided to roll over and try to sleep. I’d been noticing change in E in chapel–resistance changing to longing for exploration of God. I saw so, so much of myself six years ago in her and I really, really wanted to hear her story so far, where she was at.
“Okay, I can’t sleep, your conversation is getting too good. So, [E], where are you at with God?”
She told me that at the beginning of the week she’d not been a believer. She hated chapel, hated worship. Hated devotions. Like I did my first year of camp before I believed in God.
Then, she said, she’d done a one-eighty. That everything around her felt so genuine, so real, that she believed in God.
I am so, so excited for her journey. To see where God takes her.
“Is it okay if I sit on your bunk?”
We talked until nearly two am. I prayed for her, her journey with God, her Opa who’s been sick. We prayed for healing.
I had, once again, the opportunity to tell my story. Both E and R looked at me wide-eyed and couldn’t believe the stories of who I used to be. And it is ALL God responsible for that change. Our amazing, awesome God.
As we were talking, the Switchfoot lyric from above came into my head, and I quoted the first half. “You know, another thing is that I don’t believe that the fact we’re here having this conversation right now is an accident. I think there’s a reason for everything. Talking with you girls has been so, so good. All that’s lead to this . . . this moment . . . happened for a reason. And that is so, so cool.”
R and E told me some of their stories, their journeys with God. I love hearing where people are at, where they’ve come from. R, it sounds, has always had deep faith. E went to church when she was younger, then it faded out, and I’m praying now that she’s recommitted to Jesus and that He’s helping her to take on everything she’s faced and is facing in life with Him at her side for support.
You’re not here by accident . . . and life it lives.
Thank You, Jesus for beautiful transformation, beautiful change and beautiful stories.
(to be continued)