Built up and Broken in: My four week journey

Four Weeks In — And God Is Moving

To my supporters, friends, and family — Thank you for being here. I’ve officially made it through my first four weeks at training camp… yay!

If I’m being honest, life was really tough at the beginning. I didn’t expect it to look or feel like this — not even close. But I think that’s the beautiful thing about walking with God: He stretches us. He meets us in unexpected places. He uses us in ways we never imagined.

In just four weeks, I’ve learned more than I ever thought I could — spiritually, mentally, and even physically. I’ve studied, read, wrestled with truth, and grown in ways I’m still processing.

This week is a debrief from domestic training in North Carolina—a time to rest, reflect, and spend with the Lord. We spent the week insulating homes that had previously flooded, working in crawlspaces, walls, and ceilings. It was itchy but rewarding, turning damaged houses into homes. One highlight was our incredible work leader, Derrik. A true “girl dad,” he treated us like his own—buying us clothes, coffee, and daily pastries. His kindness and generosity made a lasting impact.

Sleep has been sweet, but the mornings are tough — though they’re getting a little better. We have access to bucket showers daily but scheduled unit showers, however now that some of the squads have been sent out there is a lot more freedom to showering. There’s only one mirror for the entire camp, and yep — only porta-potties. The food has been a big adjustment, too: small portions, and sometimes not everyone gets a full plate. But even then, praise God for every meal!

The past weeks have been full and busy with lots of training and preparation for our upcoming travels. About a week ago, we went on a hike and camped at the top of the mountain—then set out again at 5:30 in the morning. The views were stunning, and the memories we made were unforgettable. Some of our squad accidentally went off trail, and it took them three hours to figure out how to get back up—definitely an adventure!

Through the dirt, sweat, bugs, tears, homesickness, and moments of fear — I’ve also found so much joy. I’ve already made deep friendships and lasting memories… and it’s only been four weeks.

Camp has definitely started to feel like home. It’s hard to believe we’ve already been here for a month. Today we are all getting caught up on rest, debriefing, and just enjoying each others presence, majority of us are sick, which kind of puts a damper on things but very thankful we are able to rest this week. In just five short days we leave for Columbia and I cannot wait. Let the adventures begin!

Some awesome things we’ve been able to do:

• • Street evangelizing
  • Witnessing at coffee shops ☕️
  • Enjoying a relaxing day at the lake on our free day
  • Bible study with friends on Sabbath
  • Bonfires with s’mores
  • Girls karaoke night 🎤
  • Revival nights
  • Domestic ministry🙏
  • Laundry Matt runs & chips and salsa while we wait🧺
  • Pho and crumble outing
  • Cooking supper for the team 👩‍🍳

But here’s the most important thing I want you to hear:

God is moving.

He’s here in the middle of it all. Some of my squadmates and I have already experienced powerful healing — physical, emotional, and spiritual. We’re seeing chains fall off. We’re witnessing real freedom.

Something incredible happened a couple weeks ago during our revival night. I’ve wrestled with the idea of baptism for a while. During worship, I was standing in the back with my friend Brooklyn when someone nearby began crying, then screaming as people prayed over her. It was intense and honestly terrifying in the moment — but I knew deep down exactly what was happening: deliverance.

I began shaking and crying. Brooklyn stepped outside with a leader, and I was left standing there — scared, but also completely aware that the Holy Spirit was doing something powerful. People came over and prayed for me, saying the Holy Spirit had led them to do so. My friend Ellen, who knew I had been struggling with the decision, gently asked, “Are you ready?”

With a trembling voice, I said, “Yes.”

She walked me to the tank and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”

And when I came up out of that water… all the guilt, shame, unforgiveness, and pain I had been carrying — it fell off. So many chains were broken by the blood of Jesus. I felt free.

God is so present. He’s already writing stories of restoration and redemption — and this is just the beginning.

Here’s to 226 more days of growth, challenge, and hope. Thank you for listening. Thank you for walking this journey with me. Please continue to pray for safety, provision and HEALTH! Love you all.

This is a picture of our team we finally officially got our leaders last week, and it made things so good, it’s like my own little family inside of my giant family.