It’s the first full day of camp, and I can completely feel
that change is happening. I’m not for
sure why any of the events prior to camp happen but, I’m really glad that they
did. A part of me laughs so hard how I
really like this one guy for about 4 months, only to discover, after I believed
that I somewhat made a little fool out of myself in attempt to make an
impression on him thinking that Papa God had chosen him for me, he had a
girlfriend. Did I cry? On the inside I
did but, on the outside now. All I could
say was, I should have expected it. Yes,
I had done my research however; I should have known it was logically
typical. 9 out of 10 times, majority of
the males I have liked or crushed on have ended up in a relationship, with a
child, married, or of homosexual orientation. As one person has quoted it, “You’re
not a good luck Chuck, you’re a Good Luck Jennifer.” Now, I’ll admit I was silent and
speechless. I wanted to beat a wall
because after being distraught over the last male, I should have prepared
myself better for this not to play out the way I had hoped. Nevertheless, in
away the timing of it to fail couldn’t have been perfect.
Coming to FCA Leadership Camp training and being told to
check the baggage at the door, was an AMAZING phrase because, that is what I
did. All the little pettiness I had
prior to camp training I didn’t want anymore.
Who needed it? This opportunity
to be a huddle leader for leadership camp was a dream come true.
So let’s fast forward!
Fast forward to a day after 2 huddle meetings, 1 chapel meeting, and
competition. I’ve been blessed with an
amazing group of young ladies who are teaching me more than they know. I’m being taught how to open up more and to
understand that after to surrendering to God after last year’s weekend of
champions, he’s in control and has an amazing plan for me.
I know that this is
short but, I’m totally in the zone right now, and feeling the Holy spirit
guiding me! Now off to relax, enjoy the
rest of free time and the rest of Day 2!
Viva Las Rojas!!
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