So Far Summer 2011

Hidden Acres summer 2011.
I went into this summer with a completely different mindset. Instead of being excited for friends, seeing campers grow, or worship - I wanted to make this summer different. My prayer from the beginning has been that God would challenge and grow me in new ways each week.

Matthew 21:21-22 --Jesus replied, “I tell you the truth, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done.  If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.”
Lifeguard training week was crazy. It was kind of hard to be at camp without campers, 2 weeks away from having campers, and knowing that none of my close friends came for another 5 days. I'm not going to lie, it was a long week - but we made it! It was great rest, though, as I had time to really dig into the word and get filled up so that by the time staff training came around I was bursting to pour into campers. Staff training seemed really long to me since I'd already been at camp for a week, but once again I made it and was thankful for the time God gave me to go deeper into the word each morning without the added exhaustion of campers so I was spiritually filled when they finally came.
During staff training we talked about the 4 deep idols. So after praying each morning that God would challenge me the first week, I found that I was in horse camp. I don't really like horses, so I was excited for the challenge and to see how God would grow me. However, when we got to the staff meeting they asked all the counselors staying in the wagons to stand up. So we all confusedly stood up and they told us there had been a mistake and we were in horse wilderness instead. We had half an hour to throw all of the stuff we'd need for a week in a plastic bin. I look back and laugh that my only care was that I had just bought a new carton of strawberries and I didn't want them to waste, so I quickly packed then went and we shoveled strawberries into our mouths. Honestly, as hard as I thought that week would be -- it was amazing. God worked in so many ways, and it was overall just a completely different camp experience. If I work at camp again next summer I pray that I get to counsel horse wilderness again, because it was an awesome week. That week all idols were suppressed and not an issue. My power idol was taken away because there were 6 counselors, so each decision had to be run by each one before it was made so no one was in power. My control idol was taken away because there was virtually no schedule at all, we just kind of did whatever we wanted to and went by a day to day hour by hour "we'll see" schedule. Comfort - we slept in tents. We didn't shower. We smelled gross. There's no comfort like a shower and a spritz of good smelling spray. Approval -- well, we smelled bad and we wore the same clothes all week. No approval there. All in all, it was a great and growing week.
The second week I went into it thinking God was going to teach me patience. Boy, was I wrong. Not only did I learn that I will never ever be able to guess what God is going to do, but I learned to rely on God's strength in a completely different way. We had a lot of homesickness on Monday and a girl went home from it. By Monday night I broke down during worship and had to leave chapel and just get a grip on myself. I ended up pleading that God would just take over the week, at that point I really realized how much I couldn't do without His strength.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 -- But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
God really worked through that week, and I loved my campers very much. They asked a lot of questions, and God gave me answers that I know I could have never known without Him.
Week 3 -- horse camp with Renae Lau. I love her, so much. That week God taught me that sometimes I'm not going to see Him working through me at all. I didn't really connect with my campers, and they were super independent and wanted nothing to do with Renae and me. It wasn't that they didn't like us, they were just independent and self sufficient. It was definitely hard for me to give to God, but I gained peace through the knowledge that He was working and that there will be weeks where I don't see the harvest or growth. At the closing ceremony the girls seemed genuinely sad to see us go, but it was definitely a tough connection week.
This last week was a short week of 2-3rd graders. We had a couple fire crackers who tried my patience hardcore sometimes. On top of relying on God and failing from time to time to show them compassion and patience, I was dealing with some deep family issues and just the pain from that. God definitely taught me to just come to Him in my times of need in prayer and trust Him to do what's best. It's hard for me to understand that sometimes He doesn't do things when I want them done and in the way I ask for them, but it always ends up being way better than I could ever ask for or imagine. God is so much greater than I am, and His knowledge is infinitely greater. Trusting Him to know what's best is something I'm continuing to work on.
So that's been the first 5 weeks of my summer so far! I have two weeks left -- Junior high and High school, so prayer would be greatly appreciated as I continue to pray that God would challenge and grow me in crazy ways in my last couple weeks at camp this summer.

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My Daily Battle

I struggle with body image. As much as I like to suppress it, push it away, and pretend that that's something that other girls struggle with -- it's definitely something I've become enslaved to. While I don't really like talking about things I struggle with because it makes me think I'm weak, I know that God can use my weaknesses for His strength (2 Corinthians 12:9-10). So here I am, sharing about the one thing that has the greatest grip on the chain around my wrists. Body Image. Some girls just struggle with the weight aspect, but I struggle with the whole package. It wasn't until  this past year that I really realized how much it meant to me deep down. I'd always assumed that I was happy with the way I looked, but the deep idol just came out in different ways. Freshman year I talked to boys alot. Sophomore year I wore a lot of makeup. Junior year I started really pursuing God and seeking His will, but the idol was still there. Waiting to surface in some other aspect of my life. At the beginning of Senior year I sat on my couch for a couple weeks reading through a popular book series. The problem was, when I was reading I was eating. And I wasn't in volleyball or show choir anymore - so I ended up gaining 10 lbs before I knew it. It took me a while to realize what had happened, and by that point I just panicked. I started working out like a crazy women, watching what I ate, and stepping on the scale each morning. While for some people this is a normal routine and doesn't affect their everyday lives, I found myself living for that number each morning. I'd wake up and the first thing I'd do is run to the scale and see if I'd lost even a 1/10th of a lb overnight. And if the number went up a tiny bit? I freaked. I didn't eat any dessert at all that day or I'd workout even harder to overcompensate for the day before. It wasn't until May that I realized that I was living for the scale. No longer were my eyes focused on the cross, but between my feet each morning as I stepped on that scale, anxiously waiting for the number to pop up. I did lose weight, 23 lbs, and people started to notice. I dropped a couple sizes and began to feel happy about my weight again. Only this time, instead of sinking back into my regular routine that I had had all through high school, I kept on with the calorie watching and scale standing.
It took me 6 months to really realize (in May) that I wasn't living for God anymore. It actually makes me feel almost physically sick when I think about how easy it was for me to avert my eyes from what really matters. I'd let my own selfishness get in the way.
So I did the only thing I could do, I got on my knees and pleaded that God would help me. I had dug a hole and jumped into it, and there was no way I was getting out without help. As much as I'd like to say that I'm doing great now, I'm not. I still struggle with it on a daily basis, but each morning I pray that God would take it away from me and that it wouldn't be a focus of mine.
I now realize factors that may have added to my outwardly appearance craze. My mom has always drilled into my that overeating is a sin, and that being overweight would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. So ever since I've been a kid, I've had a fear of being overweight. I'm 6'1. I have very few friends who are even close to my height, so I have no way of knowing what a normal weight is. As all my friends are shorter than me, I constantly feel huge. Not only in height, but they're all super skinny without trying as well. That adds to my feeling insecure about my weight because I'm always around girls who are smaller than I am and I have no way of knowing if I'm normal or not. I think beauty has always been a desire of mine even since I was a little girl, I remember always thinking I was an ugly duckling waiting to be a swan when I was 6 or 7. Now that I'm older, it makes me sad that I was that unhappy with my looks at the time that I yearned for days when I would be pretty. I definitely subconsciously compare myself to other girls constantly. It's something I'm trying to work on, but I think it's my mind's way of setting itself at ease that I'm an average weight. I'm not sure if I'll ever look in the mirror and think I'm skinny, but I'm working on being content with what God gave me and recognize myself as a creation of the Lord.
Weight and outward appearance is still a daily battle, but I'm able to get through each day with only a few momentary lapses with God's help. There's no possible way I'd be doing remotely okay without Him, and I am eternally thankful for His love, forgiveness, and grace. Tears form in my eyes each time I think about how completely unworthy I am of His constant patience with me as I run towards things of this world instead of those that will last for a lifetime.
This summer at camp I've been working on making sure God is the focus of my day instead of myself. Each morning instead of showering and putting on makeup, I brush my teeth, look in the mirror and tell myself that God made me a beautiful creation. Then I go and spend time with God. There are definitely days when I still struggle with my insecurities, and I'd be lying if I said there will ever be a time I don't struggle with it. It's a daily commitment to give it to God and focus on the Cross instead of my own appearance, but the beauty of the cross is more than enough to live for.
So regardless of how much I weigh or how pretty I am I will hold on to this one firm truth: God made me in His image (Genesis 1:27) and I will praise Him all the more because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:14)

~ Romans 6:16-17 -- Don’t you know that when you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness?  But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you have come to obey from your heart the pattern of teaching that has now claimed your allegiance. ~

~ Galatians 1:10 -- Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.  ~

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