home.time...[ getting.into.You ]

So.. I'm home. For those of you who are completely out of the loop I attended Street Invaders this year. What can I say about these past three weeks.. well... definantly some hard weeks.. definently a lot of growing... and a lot of brokenness.. Hmm I am not really sure where to begin.. Well... sooooo let's just start at a little bit before.. I in all honesty.. did not want to go.. at all.. because well... I really just wanted to stay home this summer and not do anything.. But God definantly had different plans than I did.. So I ended up back at s.i. under the leadership of Ashley and Laurie.. and.. hmm bootcamp.. well.. honestly all week had it's hardships but it was definantly so good.. all I could find myself doing was just praising God.. and every single day I was just drawn to be facedown before my God.. I'm infatuated with the psalms.. my new hobby is just reading them out loud.. hmm.. a couple things that were hard for me during boot camp was actually just getting up and praying for people.. I struggle with that.. praying out loud for other people I don't know... is scary for me.. so that was something God did a little work on during bootcamp.. another thing was dance.. I hadn't danced probably since sr.high. I grew some insecurities with it.. and so God tore them down.. another thing that was a wee bit hard was writing my little manifesto for the Timothy class.. it took me awhile to write it.. but it came out something like this "My desire for this year is to become hopelessly wrecked.. to be consumed to a point near drowning..." there was a little more to it.. but.. that was the jist of it.. and I really don't want that to be just for s.i.. I want it to be for my life.. hmm.. my team had to be the weirdest team possible.. but it was awesome.. I travelled to a little town by the name of Kipling and then for the next week I went to Carlyle and spent two evenings in Stoughton... and man.. the kids there.. wow.. God definantly broke my heart.. like... I couldn't even pray for these kids without bawling. Heck, I can barely even think about these kids without tears forming.. so much of their lives.. so familiar to mine.. and I can't handle that.. hmm.. I had to do a lot of things this year.. that I did not want to do... but God carried me through.. and I could go on about the things that took place but.. that would be too long.. and now I'm home.. and for once in my life.. I'm glad/excited to be here.. I'm not completely sure why.. but I am.. I'm coming home to a lot.. a lot of junk.. a lot of broken people.. but in the midst of north battleford.. there's Jesus.. and He's stirring up something big.. I'm coming home to hear stories of healings.. of people broken on their faces before God.. of glory dust.. and angels.. of gems.. and visitations.. I'm coming home to my last year of high school.. to quitting my job.. walking into a new one.. (definantly just walked into tims joked about needing a job got told to fill out an application got an interview on the spot and am currently waiting for a call to tell me when i start) God is crazy good.. and this year... is going to be amazing.. and i'm excited for it.. for everything.. for the blessings and the struggles... because God is good.. and I shall rejoice and be glad in Him..

peace,
Eliza