God moves..

Really. God moves.
If I didnt know it before, I surely know it now.
I fully had the best Eastercamp of my life this year. Im not sure what to put it down to, I think it was just a combination of everything. I went as a leader for the first time this year, which I think was pretty huge, not that I thought it was before I went. Leading up to camp, I thought because I was a leader, I wasnt going be touched. Or more than that, I wasnt allowed to be affected by the amazingness of Easter anymore. I was too old. Id heard it too many times. I needed to be there for my girls. I wasnt going to feel like I had in previous years. But God moves.
It wasnt long before my pride came crashing down. I was touched. In fact, more than ever before. God moves.
I found myself crying on more than one occassion, not for sadness or anger or pain, but because it was so evident that God was moving in peoples lives, even mine. I am being surprised time and time again by God. He is working miracles in my life, and in the lives of the people around me. The people I love.
Eastercamp got me so excited this year. I learnt that I'll never be too old to be touched by God. He'll never stop surprising me, amazing me, working in me. And I'll always be affected by Easter, and its not something to be ashamed of. I'll always be affected by His selfless act of love.

x becks