The week before camp started, one of my best friends was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. However, her condition began worsening very quickly over the weekend. With my church and many other brothers and sisters in Christ, we prayed day and night for her healing. Yet, the Lord decided to take her home on Monday, July 1. There are a countless number of words I could use to describe how I felt that day- shocked, confused, overwhelmed, numb, but most of all, I had a heavy burden of grief. How could I possibly serve at camp with that on my shoulders?
Over the past year I’ve been challenged to think beyond myself and possibly look at any and every opportunity to bring Jesus to people. It hasn’t been easy, and it shouldn’t be. Christ himself is the perfect example of this and therefore, results in the proclamation of His glory when people come to know and love Him.
After that first summer, I finally understood the enormous blessing of serving. I witnessed God’s work in the Flemingdon Park community as well as in my own faith journey. It wasn’t about the pay or the quantity of work at hand. It was about wholeheartedly serving, surrendering to God, and relying on God at every moment. It was about the team members edifying each other, community, bonding, and growing spiritually together. Despite the daily hectic-ness and long days, I felt joy, contentment, and peace in serving. It was truly a blessing to be able to witness God at work in the kids.