Tonight was the presentation for our camp experiences from Cedar Glades camp 2013. Five of the ten counselors and five of the kids got up and spoke from the heart. The following is my speech:
Matthew 16:24-25 24 Then Jesus said to his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 25 For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it.
I lost my life last year and I found a new and completely better one this year. Wow what a difference a year can make!
As many of you know, I accepted the Lord as my savior last year after spending most of my life thinking I was saved at age 9. I remember being baptized, but I didn't remember anything about my salvation experience. Sin didn't bother me. Looking back, I was as lost as could be. Deep down, I knew I was lost all those years, but every time I thought I needed to change my salvation status, the devil would whisper to me otherwise. "You're saved! Don't waste that preacher's time going up there and telling him you need saving." The day I said the prayer with Brother Terry, I was compelled to. I knew I had to. I chalked it up to re-dedication.
When I was helping teach Vacation Bible School, it was brought up several times about being truly saved. Sometimes kids get saved because they see their friends do it. Some because their parents tell them they should. They never really know the wonderful change that comes into your heart when you accept Jesus into your life. When we were in the training class to be camp counselors, the scenario came up of a child approaching us that she doesn't feel she is saved. Alarms went off in my head. I asked, "What do you say to them if that's what they ask?" Well 9 out of 10 of them are saved but they just have doubts because kids don't know how to deal with the fact they still sin but that doesn't affect their salvation. But what about that one? That one that really wasn't saved back then when she thought she was? How do you know? That Sunday night was pretty miserable not being able to talk to either Brother Blake or Brother Terry. I was conflicted and in complete turmoil. Thanks to Blake, Kari Ann, and Terry, I realized that I was truly saved last year and I needed to make my public declaration of faith followed by believer's baptism. Thank you to my husband for staying around me while I temporarily lost my mind.
I told you that to tell you this:
I was on the verge of an anxiety attack at the very thought of going to camp. Once we got there, a peace settled over me. I knew why I was sent there when on the night of invitation one of our sweet girls came to me bawling her eyes out. I asked why she was so sad and with her answer, I felt a camp come over me. "I don't think I'm saved." I went through all I did so I could be there for this girl. For this moment. We spent the next little bit talking about why she felt like that and what she think we needed to do about it. I don't know if she is completely better with it, but the look on her face said she was. (She's one I pray for often.)
There were so many moments at camp that showed me that He was working in that camp. Every obstacle we encountered had an immediate resolution. I know that when I was told I had to find enough stuff to treat 40 heads and the stuff to treat the beds, my first instinct was, "AT 8:30 AT NIGHT IN IMBODEN, AR?!?!" I said a prayer before I drove off and headed to Walnut Ridge. Two trips and three stores later, we were having spa night in Cabin 3 singing praise songs and having a blast. The grown-ups didn't get to bed until 2:30 that morning and the girls got to have a slumber party! The next morning was donuts and chocolate milk delivered to the cabin instead of traipsing through the rain for powdered eggs and hamburger/sausage patties. How awesome is that?!? The best part is we ended the week with three Finch girls becoming sisters in Christ.
The Simpkins have already started our list of what we need to bring to next year's camp!