Every week as I watch my campers leave,
a deep feeling of distress fills my stomach.
What if I didn't communicate the gospel effectively?
What if I didn't represent Christ as much as I should have?
What if they didn't learn anything?
What if I turned them away?
Every week I'm filled with a desire to shake my kids until they confess a deep faith in the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Every week I want to see incredible growth and reverence for our Father in Heaven.
Every week after they leave I'm filled with the same guilt, sadness, and helplessness.
The realization I've had to make is this:
I can't do it.
I fall short.
I have no control.
All I can do is plant the seed,
God's got it from there.
I can't force my kids to follow Christ.
I can't force them to bow to His infinite power.
I can't force them to see the truth that is found soley at the foot of the cross.
All I can do is trust God.
Trust that He's working.
Trust that He can teach them through my inabilities and weaknesses.
Trust that He is in control.
Lord, take this burden and make it light.
I will rest in the knowledge that God's in control.
I can't. He can. I think I'll let Him.
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