The other day I woke up feeling pretty low about myself. I dont know if you’ve ever woke up feeling that way… just down and out. About myself, life, just the world. Well as I was driving to work God blessed me with a memory that has slowly faded over the years…. a memory of a time in my life that changed the way I viewed myself and God.
I was 13 years old, and headed to my first “christian camp,”camp Centrifuge in Colorado I was so excited and ready to have fun, and meet new friends. I couldnt wait to meet the other kids there. Although it was going to be fun, and I would meet alot of other kids. I had no idea what God really had in store for me.
For the first few days at lunchtime in the noisey overcrowded cafeteria I noticed a meek little gray haired women, she was very quiet and kept to herself. Her name was Nancy. Nancy, I soon found out, was the camp nurse. She seemed a little out of place but very sweet and kind. I started sitting by her, talking to her whenever we were in the cafateria, we really started to get to know eachother. Although she was old enough to be my Grandma, the times we spent talking together were my favorite times at summer camp.
Each day at 12:00 Nancy and I met together. She would ask me questions, she prayed for me, and encouraged me! I had never met anyone like her. I couldnt help but think that she was an angel sent to me by God. She told me things that may happen in life: pain, love, and joy. She told me to never stray from Jesus and my faith. We laughed and cried together.
I’ll never forget the last day of camp. I was roaming around outside looking for her. I finally found her, she had been looking all over for me too. She sat me down on the park bench and said that she had had such an intense dream about me. She told me that God had revealed a dream to her that night about me. All I could think was yeah right, Im sure it was someone else there are hundred’s of kids in this camp why would he show you a dream about poor ol’ me? Before I could even say what I was thinking she told me that God showed her that at first I wouldnt believe it. It suddenly hit me like a 2X4, that God was really talking to me. As tears ran down my face uncontrollably, Nancy went on to say that God will use me in incredible ways and to never forget that he loves me. After she told me of these things I just sat there shaky, and overjoyed at the same time. My faith started to become real to me. God all of a sudden was’nt so far beyond my reach like I had thought as an adolescent.
After we prayed and I thanked God for the blessing He had poured on me. Nancy wanted to do one thing before I left. She annointed me with oil. She prayed for me (again), and gave me a gift. It wasnt anything fancy just something to remind me of our talks. An old pink oversized t-shirt (which I keep finding at my sister’s house, yeah you Amy!) with purple writing on it that says, “Some Warrior’s are born Women.”
I will never forget what God gave me that day,not only an amazing friend to have. But a moment that defined my walk with Christ. That He loves me, and that He will use my life for incredible things!
Thankyou Jesus!
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