Clay in the Hands

I reminded myself last night why I should have waited until day 3 to join the students at camp. As I lay there in my bunk listening to 21 boys, ranging in age from 12 to 18, I remembered how excited they are on the first night of camp. No one wanted to go to sleep. At least by day 3 they are tired at night and the loud jumping and running, the trying to outdo one another with their antics is restricted to just a couple.

But as I lay there, I thought about the week ahead for them. And just before I yelled, “Go To Sleep!!!”  God intervened and I began to hear each voice as a soul who desperately needs God. I began to pray that God would use this week to begin, or continue, a work in each of them to transform their lives.

I think that should be the prayer for each of us, regardless of where we are in the world today. May God begin, or continue, a work in each of us to transform our lives.

I head back to the “real world” today, but I have to admit, there is a huge part of me that wants to stay and witness what God is going to do in the lives of these students. But I guess I’ll have to settle for paying attention to what God is doing in my own life.

Be blessed today!