From June 11, 2007

Hey ya'll!
This year at camp was pretty awesome. Bro. Marshall was an amazing speaker, and there were a lot of decisions made, and about 12 salvations, including a guy from our youth department (go Briggs!).
Thankfully, there was no major drama this year. The girls made up a pretty close-knit group, and the guys always get along. There were a few guy-girl dramas, but nothing big.
Bro. Marshall taught on the Prodigal Son, from Luke 15. Each message had a different stage of his life, and different "nuggets" of Biblical wisdom.
On Tuesday night, I cried. On Thurdsay night, I cried. The first time, he had preached about the people in our lives, about knowing whether or not they are saved. I realized that, though I had been saved for 4 years, I had rarely witnessed to the people in my high school. Sure, I gave FCA lessons all last year, and I had a good example. I didn't smoke, drink, go to those parties, cuss, or anything like that. But there are very few people I can remember that I actually witnessed to. Unfortunately, I may never see many of those people again. And when I think that I could have been their only chance to hear the gospel? I was (am) very upset, because any or all of the people I spent 12 years of school with may die and go to hell.
On Thursday night, the Holy Spirit was pushing on me a lot. For years, I have, like the verse says, had a form of godliness, but denied the power. I am saved, I know that for sure. But just like I didn't witness to others, I never have had a real relationship with God. I don't read my Bible and pray every day, etc. I put up a good front, and maybe it's not even that good. People can probably tell. That night, I spent time in prayer, and am going to change that. I am dedicating my life completely to gaining that relationship with God, and getting closer to Him. I wanted to let other people know, so that I can have witnesses to try to keep me accountable.

God Bless!
Jaci