Reflection

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At summer camp, we always have a prayer night. It is late in the evening and already dark. We all have glow sticks, and we spread out along the lake shore. We used this time to sit in the quiet and dark to pray and listen to God.

Directly in my view, was the white cross standing at the edge of the lake. I staired at the reflected image stretching across the water countless times during that time of prayer and silence. I kept asking God to make me like that reflection.

That I could reflect Christ so clearly that others would have no doubt that I am His and He is mine.

That I could be a city on a hill, that no obstacle would be able to obscure His light in my life.

That this world would even reject me because I looked so much like Him.

I prayed that God would send me to the hard places, where others have not dared to go, for the sake of the Gospel.

I prayed the He would break my heart for everything that is breaking His.

I prayed for Him to guide me in every area of my life, especially in the places that I am struggling to trust Him with.

I prayed that He would give me a boldness in my faith to follow where He leads. And that I could overflow with the Spirit, and speak the words He lays on my heart.

I prayed for Him to break my heart so that He would be the binding, holding me together. And that He might shine through the cracks and others would know that I am not doing anything on my own, but only by His power and in His grace.

And I surrendered all my anxiety and fear to Him, laying it down at the foot of the cross. Asking Him to carry it, because I could not bear the burden any longer. Asking Him to help me leave it there, and not pick back up what I had laid at His feet.

And His peace covered me completely.