Visions...I Think?

So last year sometime I came home after church ( I think) and I sat on my bed, and just...sat there, then I switched from sitting to laying. The lights were on, my eyes were open, my room was messy and ugly as usual. As I layed there I started to think about Summer Camp (Teen Time Camp Of Edmonton) I thought about last summer and even though I was only out there for two weeks, they were the most amazing two weeks of my summer that year. I've always felt that I need to surprise somebody, I need to impact somebody or a group of people, I've always thought that one day when everybody least expects it I'm going to do something that will amaze and astound people, that would change everybody's opinion of me, something that would cause the box around me to dissolve in the heat and energy that I would explode in. *(back to my story)* So as I lay on my bed I started to see something, something very familiar but a little different. In my head I saw the outdoor amphatheatre (the O-Dat) and I saw everybody having WOG (Word Of God) Now during WOG we begin with singing songs, and that usually involves somebody playing guitar while a few other camp leaders come up to lead songs (do actions, sing harmonies) and in this " window " in my head I saw myself playing the guitar and singing along with the rest of the camp. Now I can tell you that at this moment I couldn't believe how happy I was, how good I felt, and how happy I was in this, sort of.."vision". The next vision came when right after the last one, and it was me again except this time we were all on the beach having a campfire, and instead of singing songs, it was time for the "spiritual director" to come up and speak a bit about Jesus. The best part of this vision was that the spiritual director that came up to speak was ME. And again, I was just being blown away at the simple fact that I was seeing me doing what I've seen lots of other older male and females do ever since I was a wee lad. After taking both of these things in I sat up on my bed, wrote about it, and asked Jesus if what I saw was true and if it could be real. He never really gave me a straight answer, but what I got out of it was..."it can be reality if you try" thats the answer I felt inside me. Now about a year later I can tell you that I have not tried, I have not learned any of the camp songs, nor have I prepared any wicked/amazing messages that I could speak about at camp. I didn't try, at all I'd say...but surprisingly enough I don't feel discouraged nor do I feel like there is no point left in trying. Just thinking back to those visions stirs my heart up even more so then it did before, its like God has given me seeds to plant, and I've planted them I just keep forgetting to water them and thats because I'm forgetful and lazy and not motivated. But I'm convinced that the Lord knows my passions for his Word, he's attached strings to those passions so that even when I forget about what I'm doing or where I'm going he gives those strings a good yankin to let me know that I need to squint to focus in on whatever it is he's wanting me to do. Those visions are what I'm gonna amaze people with, now I know that this is God's work, its his ministry and is truly not about me, but really I see it as a 2 in 1 bonus, spreading the word to the kids, and having me do it.

The End.