My heart is overwhelmed at all of you.
So many friends have called me, texted me, facebook messaged me, whatever to say that they are praying for me.
And let me tell you, it is so very much appreciated and needed right now.
Our first camp of the summer is this weekend.
I realized the other day that it is so true, that when you are doing the work of the Lord, Satan loves to chew up and spit out our family.
It has been an especially difficult last couple of weeks. Unsupportive people stirring the pot, marital strife that seems to make no sense and came out of no where, developmental setbacks with Cal, tension between the two kids…it all comes on like pulsating waves, ever coming, never diminishing, just slowly growing in their power and tenacity to set us over the edge.
But it won’t break us. For we know who our God is. And I know why we are having these problems.
Because when I am on my knees and my forehead is on the ground at the foot of the cross for these children who will come to camp is when my back is exposed for the enemy to attack.
But I won’t stop. We won’t stop. We won’t stop praying in intercession for the children who come to camp, whose home lives are in shambles, who don’t know where their next meal is coming from, who just so desperately want to be loved.
We won’t stop praying for the children who have been sold into sex trafficking, who don’t know whose house they are living at when camp is done, whose mom takes the week of camp to abandon the family. We won’t stop.
For all of the children we won’t stop. For we are raising up the future generation of world fighters, dominating ninja power changers of the world. And if we can have them into camp and pour God’s love into their little lives, what can that do?
Will we plant the seed that will grow missionaries up? Can we invest in people who will go into the darkest of the dark to save those who have no voice? And if I can show the meekest of the meek the awe inspiring love of God, the love that makes noise become white and tears come to the eyes in nothing but pure passionate love, then can’t the world truly then be changed through these children?
Each year I have a number of kids I want to have come to camp. To the board members it seems small, to some it is a fiscal amount. But to me? And all of the countless volunteers? And to the other camp directors? To us it is the number of kids that we are going to pour into, who will leave our introverted bodies frail and stiff and wretched at the end of the day from pouring everything we have into their lives, into their souls, into their hearts.
And so that is why I will never stop fighting. And why right now I am coveting your prayers. The enemy is out there friends and he can’t stand what God is doing. What he will do. What he promises will be done.
Please continue to pray for us, to pray for the ministry, because this really has nothing to do with me and everything to do with Him.
And you know what?
Spoiler alert, but I’ve read the end of the book…and He wins!
Love you friends!