08. June 2015 · 1 comment · Categories: Hope
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Miracles are…

A nose bleed that wouldn’t end. A hike that was too hard to continue. Sweltering heat. A lost key. A broken car. Sickness. A rain storm.  That was girls camp. Miracles that were at first disguised as trials.

We embarked on a three-day, two-night backpacking trip. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I was to help lead 25 girls age 15. I was nervous but I found strength knowing we were doing this to help inspire these girls and show them that with God’s help they could do hard things.

My attempt at a selfie with some of the girls.  

Months of planning went into this trip to try to make it run as smoothly as possible.  So when we had a hiccup before we even got started I wasn’t sure what to think.

We were going to leave our car parked at our dinner destination for the second day. In it we had water and food. That way the girls had a little less they had to carry. But the car we planned on leaving was leaking antifreeze and so a quick car switch was in order. The problem was my car was to now be the car drop and I didn’t have a second set of keys. We decided I would take my key fob with me and one of the other leaders would go park the car leaving the key inside.  Ok problem solved. So we thought.

The first day went pretty smoothly. It was hard work. The terrain was rough and yet these amazingly beautiful 15-year-old girls never complained. It was hot. Their feet hurt and yet they were doing it.

We stopped for a break and had what they called DEAR time. Drop everything and read. They pulled out scriptures and absorbed the words within. I watched them strive to invite God into their hearts as we were in His majestic nature. It was inspiring and I felt privileged to be their leader.

We reached our destination for day one and made up camp. The girls laughed and chatted. I shared my devotional about superheros. And I truly felt the spirit testify to me that these girls are beloved daughters of God. I saw them through Gods eyes for just one moment.

It wasn’t until the morning that I noticed we might have a problem. One of our girls has some health issues. I stayed with her during the first day, and I was so amazed at her ability to push through and do this hard hike. But that second morning you could see it had taken a heavy toll on her body. She was the last to wake up and she had a hard time getting started. Every step she took seemed labored. She stopped frequently. And yet she kept pointing out the beauty all around us. I didn’t see the little caterpillar we passed or the amazing view until she pointed them out to me.

By the time we reached our lunch destination it became evident she would not be able to continue. She and I got to stay in front so that she could set the pace for the girls. And her slow pace concerned us leaders that we would not get to camp until it was very dark.

I pulled this sweet girl aside and explained that we were going to have to take her back to camp because we were concerned about her health. She looked like she was going to cry. I felt so bad for her and yet I explained that she should look how far she had come. What she had done was a huge accomplishment.  Just months before she was bedridden and now she had just hiked several miles, And yet I still saw the sadness in her eyes. We agreed that she would be driven back at night to join us for s’mores and sleeping, and then she could hike the last little bit into camp with us. And that seemed to help.

The hardest part of the hike was after lunch. It was all up hill with very little shade. Before we left a prayer was said that our packs would seem lighter and that the hike would not seem too hard. Shortly after we began that rough mile and a half, a cool breeze began to brush our faces and cool our necks. It was just a little thing, but I could feel God pushing us forward. We made amazing time now that we could increase our pace and the girls literally felt the way become easy for them. I heard a few girls say “that didn’t seem as hard as I thought it would be.”

Here we are after one of the hardest parts  

We finally made it to our camping spot for the night only to discover someone else had already made it their spot. The made went out to scout for a new spot and nothing comfortable was to be had. We settled for a very sloped spot that smelled like skunk and was populated by bees and ants. There was also no place for a fire pit. It was going to be a rough night yet we didn’t see any other choice.

My car was parked about a 1/4 of a mile up the road, and I took off with another leader to go get it. When we got there we couldn’t find my key that was supposed to be left inside. We had 20 lbs of water and our dinner and breakfast in the car. That was going to be a long walk back to the campsite. I prayed and prayed in my heart that we would know what to do.  The only feeling that came was the urge I suddenly had to pee. I hiked a little ways from the car and discovered the perfect hidden campsite, it was grassy with a fire pit in the middle. It was surrounded by tall pine trees and the night sky was visible from where we could sleep.

The broken down car and the lost key all of a sudden felt like a huge blessing.

Our sweet girl who had to go back to camp joined us just in time for s’mores and a devotional. We were so excited to see her sweet face with us again.

The morning brought with it new trials. Our young friend who had struggled had to struggle again. Her nose began to bleed. And bleed and bleed. We had a doctor with us and he was very concerned for her. He told her she again could not continue on with us. My heart hurt for her. I couldn’t yet see the blessings this would bring her.

Shortly after we made it back to camp, I noticed this young woman had made friends with a girl who had special needs. They seemed so happy together, and I was a little surprised to notice they had not been friends before. They spent the rest of the camp glued to the hip. Her hardship brought her a new BFF.

Dark clouds rolled in and cooled off the campsite. What a blessing it waited for us to get back to camp before the rain storm started.

As the day wore on I began to feel very sick. My biggest concern is that I wasn’t going to be able to teach my devotional that night. Again I had need to pray for help. Just moments before I found the relief I was seeking. And the moment I was done with my devotional my stomach began to hurt again. I was given exactly what I needed at the precise time I needed it.

Miracles are not only found in the spectacular awe-inspiring moments that come very rarely into our lives. Miracles are simply the hand of God in our daily lives.  They can be seen if we choose to open our eyes and allow God to show them to us. –SUSAN

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  1. Lovely inspiring story. It has lifted my spirits reading it.

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