Family camp

I was sitting in my favorite place at camp, facing a young man who was here on a mission trip from another city in Russian. His name is Misha and we were serving together the youth at our family camp. Every day we met with the youth and had a short lesson. Each day Misha and I had a planning meeting where we bounced ideas off each other and we developed a rough outline. I sat in amazement as He understood what I was saying and was thanking me for help! Help?! I am helping someone develop their discipline skills?

I was standing on stage leading musical worship in Russian, and praying for strength the whole time. Everyone in or meeting probably knew he song better than I, but God had put me up there in my weakness. And in my weakness He was made strong! Everyday we sang 7 or 8 different songs, some I knew well, some I had only heard a few times, and some had so many words! ­čÖé I made many mistakes, some words I just could not pronounce. But I was praising The Lord with my brothers and sisters and so thankful that they were cheering me on and knowing they were not judging me.

In short, what a cool thing it is to have last summer to compare with this one. Such a difference! Praise the Lord for the amazing work He has done in me in giving me greater understanding, broader vocabulary, and deeper friendships. Thank you Jesus!