Just got back from camp.
New experience. Never felt this way before at camp. Not sure what I felt.
But what I do know is that I walked down memory lane here.
It all started with the children service on the last night. Ps. J wanted to pray for the kids for the baptism of the Holy Spirit that night. So we were there to support and pray for them too. And so began the night.
We saw about 25 kids filled with the Holy Spirit. All experiencing Him in their unique special way. Kids that are complicated. Kids that are smarter than I was when I was 12. Kids that go through a lot in life. All experiencing God for the very 1st time in their lives. Some cried, some beamed with excitement (mostly boys), some sat down in stillness and silence to hear from God. Some were nervous, some were confused with what they felt. Some could not understand the feeling of conviction and holiness. All met God that night.
That brought me down memory lane.
I asked God to bring me to a place where I needed something to go on in life. Something which I can hold on to despite having to face much confusion. Something that I know for sure that will confirm the authencity of my call.
God brought me back to where it all started. 12 years old. My 1st encounter with Him. The first time I experience the Holy Spirit. That started it all. The passion. The conviction. The call.
I teared that night, watching all the kids being baptised. I knew that for me, it started with that. It got complicated along the way as I tried to balance my theology and understanding of spiritual things.
I knew at that point, it was what I needed to hold on to. My beginnings. The only way I can get through this phase is to look back to keep looking forward. May not work for some but it works for me.
For now.
