This summer has taught me what it is to walk in faith. The first week of training, I felt as if I was not meant for this role or even equipped to guide the children of God. The Lord quickly taught me that when I’ve come to the end of myself, that is when revival happens. The Lord reminded me that He doesn’t call the equipped but equips the called. I was reminded that a broken Hallelujah is still a Hallelujah. I was taught that even when I don’t feel God move, God is not categorized or bound to be great because of my feelings; He is greater than just a feeling. I learned to praise in the good, the bad, the brokenness, the confusion, the frustration, the happiness, the joyfulness, and the tiredness. I was taught what it is to be a vessel. I’ve had the amazing opportunity to be surrounded by people who are broken and understand that they are made whole by the Holy Spirit. Being able to teach the children of God is a gift like no other. When I felt like I had nothing left to give, God moved in unexplainable ways. I learned that I may go into a career, but I’ve been called to a mission until I die: to make disciples of all nations. I was reminded of what it is to have childlike faith and walk in obedience. Thank you, Father, for one of the hardest summers where I tangibly saw revival in this city. Children were on fire to share the gospel. Students were brought to tears, and chains were broken because the Son of God hung on that cross with us in mind. He gives joy that is unexplainable to this world. Father, help me to never be numb to what happened on that cross. Help me be on fire to share the message that frees the broken. This summer really brought this verse to life: Acts 20:24 - “But my life is worth nothing to me unless I use it for finishing the work assigned to me by the Lord Jesus – the work of telling others the Good News about the wonderful grace of God.”