All summer I’ve had the immeasurable pleasure of watching God work through Lake Ann to change the lives and hearts of campers. In a small way I’ve even participated in those life changes. After all, campers who haven’t eaten wouldn’t have very malleable hearts. We make our food with faith, love, and heavily processed chicken.
The experience has definitely changed me, too, but the change isn’t the dramatic “this ends now” variety experienced by campers. The ways God has been changing me are more subtle. I’m coming to believe in myself less and less. And yes, despite what the world may say, that’s a good thing. I’m learning that my plans and the plans of the Lord aren’t always identical; in fact, they rarely even resemble each other. I’m learning that as many and varied as my strengths may be, they are still exceeded by my weaknesses. Read the rest of this entry