It's weird to me to look back on past summers and see how much I've grown.
Sanctification is a process, and at times it's slow, other times its painful, but the changes that take place are undeniable.
It wasn't until last summer and this summer that a new fear instilled itself in me.
What if I teach something incorrectly?
What if I say something heretical?
What if I somehow hinder a camper in their walk with Christ?
To the point that it debilitates my ability to share His word.
Oh Satan, how you manipulate me.
I've come to the conclusion that God is in control.
He will convict in ways He needs to.
He will give discernment to the girls in my cabins.
He will teach what He wants taught some way or another.
It's not up to me to say the right words or give the perfect devotion,
but to be open to God working through me.
My insufficiency is so evident, but I find rest in the fact that His glory is magnified in comparison to my weakness.
Ohboy.
Here we go.
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