I almost didn't come to Boot Camp.  Even after I made plane reservations.  I was afraid to be with other men (intimidation).  But I came anyway because I was chosen the first time I put my name in the lottery.  I guess God did want me to go.

Before I came I knew that I had a very severe wound of shame.  However, during my Friday session quiet time with God, He showed me a tree that was dead and withered.  He said, "Son, you are not like that tree.  You are like that tree over there.  Tall, green, sturdy and strong."

God said, "Look around son. This is your adventure now.  But with adventure comes battles.  I will be with you during these battles."

I know the shame did not come from God or from me.  It's not my fault.  My heart has been, and will continue to be, restored.  I have something to offer.  I have something to give!