The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled
A heart that’s hopeful
A head that’s full of dreams
But this becoming
Is harder than it seems
Feels like I’m
Chorus:
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me
Hear me asking
Where do I belong
Is there a vision
That I can call my own
Show me I’m
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The words of this song resonate through my brain as I consider what my life is about. What God is calling me to do for Him. Camp ministry often feels so short term. Campers come out from Sunday to Friday and then are gone. What happens then? Will anyone follow up with them? Help them process the questions they leave camp with? Follow up on the decisions they made at camp? What more can I do or facilitate throughout the school year?
Questions without answers. Questions that demand my time. Questions that beg to be considered. And questions that haunt me.
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