Maybe you thought I would say "exhausted," "sleep-deprived," "brokenness," or maybe even "pain" "hurt" or a thousand other adjectives to describe the messy way of life before we are wrecked and restored by Jesus. I'm sure my high school friends, (some admittedly, some not) all felt these emotions this weekend. Getting to witness it all, however, only made me feel incredibly loved by Jesus.
I am so unworthy to witness transformation and healing at His hand, yet He brought me to this place of ministry where I get to witness transformation of lives from brokenness to restoration. I get to watch Jesus take the lives of my friends, hurting and broken, used and dirty, and make them new. I get to watch Jesus restore life to my friend who has had her innocence and her childhood stolen from her. I get to watch him redeem my friends who don't feel worthy of Jesus or the cross. I get to watch Him break down walls and build community within a group of girls who otherwise wouldn't realize how similar their struggles and lives are.
I don't feel like I can fully express the amount of love I felt from Jesus watching this weekend unfold. In doing ministry with my high school friends, I felt Jesus pursuing my heart in a new way. Jesus called me to Him while calling my friends to Him. I experienced fullness in Jesus because of my high school friends at camp, and I can't explain how thankful I am for a Jesus that pursues me and allows me to be intentional in pursuing my high school friends.
Yes, this weekend was tiring, I was sick, I didn't get enough sleep, but none of those things have any comparison to the joy I felt this weekend.
Many people struggle with their calling in life... This is something I have struggled with for a while now. But I'm slowly beginning to realize my calling is to share the love of Jesus. And in doing that, I have found that I am more loved, pursued, and cared for than I could have ever dreamed possible.
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