Reflections: Week 2... Stuck in Isolation

Flu.
Cleaning. Packing. Sending work crew kids home. Cleaning some of our own assigned team who were down for the count. Sick.

I am sitting in isolation with a case of flu-like symptoms. No fever, thankfully. I ache. My throat kills. I am frustrated with myself. I probably slept more in the last 24 hours than I was actually awake. I was sent into the isolation room for rest. Trust me...I am going to be sleeping. Luckily, they have Internet accessibility-in this room. I am praying that I will get enough rest to bounce back soon.

As we worked hard to eliminate the germs. I created the "germ-free committee" in our room. Despite the sicknesses, this 2nd week at camp I have seen the Lord reveal himself in incredible ways. One of our work crew girls, Kelli, at the beginning admitted that she wasn't a Christian. Kelli worked in the Pitts (Washing Dishes) with one of our girls, Kristen. Kelli didn't own a Bible. Kristen surprised Kelli with a Bible on her bed. I remember early last week, I interrupted Kelli reading that very same Bible late one night. Kelli would say after the love of her work crew friends and reading her very own Bible for the first time, she now is a believer. Unfortunately, Kelli and Kristen both got the flu and had to be sent home. But we will see them again- His Kingdom above. I must say it is uncommon for kids to be sent on Work Crew who don't know Jesus. But God is sovereign and used this to bring Kelli into His Kingdom!!!

I have loved watching the Work Crew serve the Lord with such passion. I love hearing them pray!! I love the fire in their hearts that is evident in the way that they have built friendships with each other, combat the difficult times, working at their jobs without any complaints, and spend time with the Father each morning. I love how they have loved me. I pray this for my own high school friends. That they would get to experience community in such a way that you know it is only from the Lord.

I have been wrestling with the Lord in my questioning His goodness. It has been a hard last half of the week. But I know that God is speaking to me. I am GOOD. Even when you doubt, or question, or think I don't care. Even when it is hard. I am still GOOD. I relate to the disciples in the boat when the storm has come and Jesus is in the back sleeping on a mat. The disciples get exasperated and ask Jesus, "Do you not care!" He replies, "Do you still not get it? You of little faith." I have spoken those words, "Do you not care!" And over this past week, he is reminding me that he does care. He calms the storm in my heart. I am beginning to trust him, relinquishing the control and my frustrations within myself as I know He does care. I should get it. Jesus, I cry out to you with such boldness. I want to have faith. Trusting faith.

I want to love irrationally, as you love irrationally.
I want you to not only heal me outside, but inside too!