Bible study was extra special for me this past summer. One day after class, a girl came up to me and asked me how she could really knowing whether she was a Christian or not. I shared with her some scripture and asked her if she had ever given her life to Jesus. She said, ‘Yes.’ She also said a just a couple of years before, her Daddy helped lead her to the Lord and then her Daddy had a heart attack the following week. Her Daddy wasn’t able to teach her what it is to follow Jesus. I, then, was able to give her some more scripture that talks about how a Christian can never be taken out of God’s hand once God has forgiven their sin and received them into His family. I believe that she had peace from the scripture I shared with her.
On Youth Mission Week, instead of going out to a mission site, I stayed at camp and worked with a group of middle school boys. There was one camper named Tony* that worked non-stop. No matter what we were doing, whether it was splitting wood, mowing, or weed eating. During a devotion one morning, I shared my testimony, which included my Dad dying the year before I was saved. Later on, while working, my group started asking me questions about my testimony. I shared how God had used my Dad’s death for His glory. That night Tony* was saved. It was so amazing to see him worship God, like he had been a believer for years.
Whenever you are hired to be on staff at SMBC, one of the requirements is that you must share your testimony twice during the summer. The first time I shared my testimony was during one of the bigger camp weeks, so I was super nervous. I got up on stage to do my testimony, about being different, at an afternoon chapel. Once I was done, I thought that was that. But later, as I was serving food in the dining hall, many kids, who thought themselves to be different, told me how much my testimony meant to them. A counselor to a girl with a disability told me how much it meant to her camper as well. It was amazing how God allowed a short, 2 minute testimony to comfort others who needed it most.
I don’t get a lot of interaction with the children but I love to see their smiling faces as they come to meals. Sometimes kids come up to me and tell me random things about their day or their life. This little autistic boy came up to me one day and showed me a video on his phone. The video was about horses. That particular day I had time to watch it with him 3 times (which is a miracle) and then I listened to him talk about his horse. Little moments like that make me so happy that I have this job. It also reminds me that my job is still important even though I don’t get to share the gospel verbally with the kids. God reminds me every single day that I am where He wants me to be.