I got to be part of my area committee (for YL) meeting last night. Well, it was supposed to be a meeting. We had put together an agenda, I was supposed to take notes...we were going to kick it off by having a couple leaders and a couple students quickly talk about camp to our committee.
2 hours later....
Every one of the leaders there spoke, an adult guest who went with us and three students who all talked about changes in their lives that were at points, beyond words, leaving only the grateful and humbled tears to speak as they streamed down their smiling faces.
I had no intention to speak, afterall, on Tues. of that week I found out my son was hooked up to IVs, anxious and without his parents at our church's children's camp. On Thursday I was quarantined with 30 others with suspected swine flu/pnemonia and strep. But as I sat there, I felt the urge, the prodding of God to speak. He revealed to me things I hadn't even thought all the way through about that week. I sat there shaking, my 'flesh' desperately not wanting to share, but my heart being begged into action.
So I spoke, or rather I prayed before we reached the 'pause' that preluded my words that my anxiety would cease and that my words, well...wouldn't be my words, because not only did I not know what to say, but had I thought too much about it, I know I would have fumbled, or been distracted or been distract-ing.
I don't remember exactly what I said, because again, they weren't my words, but the message on my heart that prompted me was this....(read post above)
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