Camp Destiny; Camp 217 No Longer In Disgrace
After typing one whole chunk of stuff that probably readers, whom I don't know, would not understand, I decide to be more plain this time. The attempt begins.
Camp Destiny was a good camp. Though not as impactful to me as it was perhaps to others, I lifted up a personal issue to God and only He knows. To summarise the theme in one line, it would probably be 'Faith Building'. Stuff about faith and all which I think I should revise and re-read cos I can't remember much! (bleah) I suddenly thought of this: But it's often not what we listen that we remember but what we respond to and act upon.
Other than that, fellowship wise I can only thank God for the 3 of them who made it all better if not... It wouldn't be what it is to me. =)
Camp 217 No Longer In Disgrace.
One which I want to remember and will be archived into the memorable camps folder hopefully. Not sure how or why but I was brought to surrender my past YF days. It came out of no where quite suddenly. Perhaps now that I look back, it all connects!
How I used to be more active serving and doing stuff and growing at the same time... Compared to how the situation was ever since the start of my tertiary life. Okay I don't remember most camps I attended during that period except maybe a little of the one at NUS. So anyway, I guess those memories came back for a reason.
And then the structured experience thing brought to surface something that I did not exactly would know if I hadn't react like how I reacted. If my psychological state did not get the better of me. But I guess, once again, that there was a reason for that. To me, it made me realise the extent I would or could go for the YF, and how much it means to me. That sentence actually sums up about everything that I have to say for this camp.
The final night was as if I started to piece a jigsaw together. And as I type and reflect here, I'm still trying to piece the pieces. On the road under the sky. How romantic (hahaha!) . Just baring our emotions and thoughts and dreams and whatever one can think of under the stars in the state we were in.
And finally now as I try to figure why I was even in the camp since rebuilding YF and moving on to YA are 2 contradicting matters altogether, to me at least, I think I know what God is trying to say... although only time can tell. And I think it has something to do with the vision and prayer that my peer and team member prayed on the last night.
To summarise, I realised how much this youth ministry means to me, how I need to let go of this and look forward to some new thing that God is probably doing, gonna do or starting to do in my life.
As cliche as it is, I really never knew how something can mean so much until I've moved on, or 'taken away' or 'left behind' or 'forced to leave' (for the better).
Eeek. After all this chunk, it's not nice not knowing who exactly reads this. Afterall this is like some overexposed shot if the chunk of words were a picture. I think this is as far as I will ever go on a www thingy.
As I watched from the back, it really seemed all too familiar. Except with different people altogether. I cried and prayed and meant it with all my heart - For God to watch over, guard and protect this YF, that it may never close down. I truly hope this is the beginning of a great destiny for Brighton Youth Fellowship.
Camp Destiny was a good camp. Though not as impactful to me as it was perhaps to others, I lifted up a personal issue to God and only He knows. To summarise the theme in one line, it would probably be 'Faith Building'. Stuff about faith and all which I think I should revise and re-read cos I can't remember much! (bleah) I suddenly thought of this: But it's often not what we listen that we remember but what we respond to and act upon.
Other than that, fellowship wise I can only thank God for the 3 of them who made it all better if not... It wouldn't be what it is to me. =)
Camp 217 No Longer In Disgrace.
One which I want to remember and will be archived into the memorable camps folder hopefully. Not sure how or why but I was brought to surrender my past YF days. It came out of no where quite suddenly. Perhaps now that I look back, it all connects!
How I used to be more active serving and doing stuff and growing at the same time... Compared to how the situation was ever since the start of my tertiary life. Okay I don't remember most camps I attended during that period except maybe a little of the one at NUS. So anyway, I guess those memories came back for a reason.
And then the structured experience thing brought to surface something that I did not exactly would know if I hadn't react like how I reacted. If my psychological state did not get the better of me. But I guess, once again, that there was a reason for that. To me, it made me realise the extent I would or could go for the YF, and how much it means to me. That sentence actually sums up about everything that I have to say for this camp.
The final night was as if I started to piece a jigsaw together. And as I type and reflect here, I'm still trying to piece the pieces. On the road under the sky.
And finally now as I try to figure why I was even in the camp since rebuilding YF and moving on to YA are 2 contradicting matters altogether, to me at least, I think I know what God is trying to say... although only time can tell. And I think it has something to do with the vision and prayer that my peer and team member prayed on the last night.
To summarise, I realised how much this youth ministry means to me, how I need to let go of this and look forward to some new thing that God is probably doing, gonna do or starting to do in my life.
As cliche as it is, I really never knew how something can mean so much until I've moved on, or 'taken away' or 'left behind' or 'forced to leave' (for the better).
Eeek. After all this chunk, it's not nice not knowing who exactly reads this. Afterall this is like some overexposed shot if the chunk of words were a picture. I think this is as far as I will ever go on a www thingy.
As I watched from the back, it really seemed all too familiar. Except with different people altogether. I cried and prayed and meant it with all my heart - For God to watch over, guard and protect this YF, that it may never close down. I truly hope this is the beginning of a great destiny for Brighton Youth Fellowship.
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