God works in mysterious ways. Many people think that God works through miracles in order to prove himself to others. I discovered, though, that sometimes God uses everyday activities to help us grow and learn how to interact to spread his word and truth. I had always participated in sports throughout my childhood and I was really comfortable in game situations, but I never thought that sports could help me get to know myself or witness to others. Until my friends had coaxed me into going on a Workcamp mission trip, I was a very introverted person, in a sense. Unless a person was my friend, I wanted nothing to do with them. That trip turned out to change my personality in a way I never saw coming and how I interact with strangers. One event
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The leader of the Workcamp mission trip told us that on the upcoming Wednesday of the week, we would get half the day off and that a marshmallow dodgeball tournament would take place. As the week progressed, the anticipation built and the cafeteria and lounge areas buzzed with talk of who would be on what team. The sounds of people talking and planning was a constant reminder of what was to come. My youth group had quickly established a reputation for being one of the more rowdy and cocky groups, so we talked a little playful smack, and told teams that we were going to win easily and that Venture, which was the name of my group, would dominate. On Wednesday, everyone got up and traveled to their worksites, with the thought in the back of their mind that in a few hours, they would get a very welcomed break from the hard work in the hot, humid Georgia weather. Later that afternoon, at about 4:00 p.m., the MC got on the intercom and announced that the tournament started out on the football field in 30 minutes. People were ecstatic. Campers and leaders who signed up to participate, rushed to their rooms to get matching outfits and even some ridiculous …show more content…
AJ had his team bombard my side as soon as they controlled enough marshmallows, but they never hit me and I attempted to throw at them, but it was clearly easier to dodge one marshmallow than four or five. I was fatigued and sluggish. The heat burned my skin and the sweat seemed to boil as it slowly ran down my arms and legs. My cotton shirt began stinging my back, like a swarm of bees. I could barely see because of the turf and sweat that stuck in my eye. Then, Cody, ran towards the line to grab ammunition and I used to opportunity to move from my corner and rush towards him. He threw at me and it hit me in the head. Well, in every other dodgeball game, a headshot means that the person who threw the ball was out, I thought. Neither of us were sure if I was out because the girl had not stated anything about headshots at the beginning. “That’s an out!” screamed Cody and I hollered back, “Have you ever even played dodgeball before, pup? You’re out!” Mike, the MC, came over and asked both of us what happened and he replied in a soothing tone as he tried to calm us down, “I think that both of you can stay in the game this time.” Immediately after he said that I nailed Cody in the chest and said, “That’s an out though, right?” I had the biggest smile on my face as Cody stormed away. His face turned bright red and his fists clenched so hard that he could have bent
The leader of the Workcamp mission trip told us that on the upcoming Wednesday of the week, we would get half the day off and that a marshmallow dodgeball tournament would take place. As the week progressed, the anticipation built and the cafeteria and lounge areas buzzed with talk of who would be on what team. The sounds of people talking and planning was a constant reminder of what was to come. My youth group had quickly established a reputation for being one of the more rowdy and cocky groups, so we talked a little playful smack, and told teams that we were going to win easily and that Venture, which was the name of my group, would dominate. On Wednesday, everyone got up and traveled to their worksites, with the thought in the back of their mind that in a few hours, they would get a very welcomed break from the hard work in the hot, humid Georgia weather. Later that afternoon, at about 4:00 p.m., the MC got on the intercom and announced that the tournament started out on the football field in 30 minutes. People were ecstatic. Campers and leaders who signed up to participate, rushed to their rooms to get matching outfits and even some ridiculous …show more content…
AJ had his team bombard my side as soon as they controlled enough marshmallows, but they never hit me and I attempted to throw at them, but it was clearly easier to dodge one marshmallow than four or five. I was fatigued and sluggish. The heat burned my skin and the sweat seemed to boil as it slowly ran down my arms and legs. My cotton shirt began stinging my back, like a swarm of bees. I could barely see because of the turf and sweat that stuck in my eye. Then, Cody, ran towards the line to grab ammunition and I used to opportunity to move from my corner and rush towards him. He threw at me and it hit me in the head. Well, in every other dodgeball game, a headshot means that the person who threw the ball was out, I thought. Neither of us were sure if I was out because the girl had not stated anything about headshots at the beginning. “That’s an out!” screamed Cody and I hollered back, “Have you ever even played dodgeball before, pup? You’re out!” Mike, the MC, came over and asked both of us what happened and he replied in a soothing tone as he tried to calm us down, “I think that both of you can stay in the game this time.” Immediately after he said that I nailed Cody in the chest and said, “That’s an out though, right?” I had the biggest smile on my face as Cody stormed away. His face turned bright red and his fists clenched so hard that he could have bent