Cry Out All the More

I don't have time to write a whole lot, but I wanted to give a quick update. We're heading into Week 3 this afternoon. Week 1 I had an overnight cabin of 2nd and 3rd graders, Week 2 I had a day camp cabin of 3rd and 4th graders, and Week 3 I will have an overnight cabin of 4th and 5th graders. I got the camp crud last week, which means I currently have every manifestation of a cold. The most challenging thing currently is that I feel so drained. I relied on the Lord every day last week to provide me energy during the day, and it was amazing to watch him provide for me. Going into this week, I know I'll be doing it again. As I sit here typing this, I don't think I even have enough energy to make it past lunchtime.

In the midst of this, I've been relying heavily on a verse from Mark. In Mark 10, there is the story of blind Bartimaus. He heard that Jesus was passing by, so he cried out for him, in the hopes of being healed. But the officials and others in the crowd rebuked him and told him to be quiet. And you know what he did? He cried out all the more.

"And many rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he cried out all the more."

How cool is that? And because he cried out all the more, Jesus heard him, had mercy on him, and healed him. So as my body is telling me to not go all out this week, as my selfish desires want to preserve my energy, I'm reminded to ignore them, and simply cry out all the more. To lose it for the Gospel day by day, hour by hour. 

If you think of me at anytime this week, it would be so precious to me if you could shoot up a prayer in my name: a prayer for energy, for excitement, and for great things to be done in the hearts of my campers through the power of God and God alone. 

Week 3, go hard.

Ciao!