Here’s the honest, brutal, hard truth: I’d rather be comfortable in my own sin– as long as it doesn’t hurt too much– than step into the unknown promises of God.
Wow, okay. Got that one off my chest. Now that that’s out there, I get to share with you some exciting news: tomorrow I leave to embark on the 10 week experience of a lifetime! I’m going to Camp Greystone, nestled in the beautiful mountainous range of North Carolina.
I’ll be serving as a counselor, walking alongside girls who are each dwelling in a vulnerable stage of life: daily questioning their worth, beauty, identity. They wonder not just who they are, but what it all means. And they do this all while attending seven hours of school daily, coping with friend drama, participating in extracurriculars, and, to top it all off, going through puberty. No wonder everyone hates middle school so much! There’s a ridiculous amount of stuff just thrown haphazardly onto your plate.
This summer isn’t about me. It’s about them. Those girls who come to Greystone for a rest. A miracle in the mountains. A pause from school and sports and heartache, a relieve from an emotionally draining environment. It’s about these girls finding their confidence in who Jesus made them to be not just as people, but as kingdom dwellers. Man, my heart just leaps thinking about all the sweet girlies I’m gonna get to share space with this summer!!
In getting the privelege of working to glorify God in the hearts of these girls, I am also sacrificing my comfort. I told you earlier, that’s the thing I seek most. I’m an Enneagram type 7, and all 7s’ basic desire is to be satisfied and content, basically having all our needs met.
Sheesh. By stepping into this unfamiliar place I’ve never been before, I am also surrendering all comfort and familiarity. In my heart, I believe and try to live by the motto of “Good things never come from comfort zones.” This is no comfort zone. I’ve never been to camp before. I only know a few girls going into this. If it were solely my flesh making this decision, I would’ve talked myself out of it by now because this does not meet any of my personal requirements for a comfortable way to spend my summer.
However, I can’t explain what led me to make this decision to work in this entirely unknown place this summer. When I signed the contract, agreeing to spend my summer at Greystone, felt like an out-of-body decision. Not because I floated out of my actual body and saw myself sign the contract (lol), but because me willingly giving myself to a new place for 10 weeks didn’t match my personal agenda for summer of 2018.
Thank the sweet Lord that my agenda for summer of 2018 flopped. That agenda is better used as paper, tossed into a fireplace as kindling for the sweet and warm fire that’s surely going to be stoked, kept aflame during my time at Greystone.
I can already tell that Greystone is going to be a place of joy, necessary refinement, and spiritual revitalization. Man, do I need it. He is such a good Father to be leading me here. Yes, it’s scary, and no, it’s not comfortable.
But as Christians, we are called to wage a war on comfort. Living in comfort is a sin, and I will not stand by and watch myself do that any longer. Starting tomorrow, things are gonna get real uncomfortable, but they’re gonna get real good too.
Take this as encouragement into your summer! I have lots of friends who are doing crazy things in this coming season, and let me say this: I am so proud of each one of you. I don’t care if you’re staying home and taking classes, or doing Summer Beach Project, or working at a camp: I salute you. What you’re doing this summer is so needed. Whether or not it’s what you thought your ideal summer would look like, take this season as a breather from the pressure you bestow upon yourself. I know I need to. So let’s find our restless hearts resting in God this summer, in the most uncomfortable places imaginable!