So I just realized that I haven’t posted any updates since February.
I’m still on the field. I’m still teaching. I still exist. I’m sorry for leaving all 2 of you, my readers, in the dark. I’m sorry.
Life has been a strange combination of eventful and ordinary over the past two months and, I suppose, it’s time to break that silence and let you in on what’s been going on.
We’re down to the final weeks of school here at LWA – 3 to be precise – and I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to miss each of the students terribly when I leave. Really. I’m not lying, I promise. If you would have asked me during the first few months of school how everything was going and somehow gotten me to give you a transparent, honest answer, I would have told you that I wasn’t sure that I would be able to make it through the year.
Now I know differently.
Sure, they’re a handful sometimes – most of the time – but I’ve come to truly enjoy spending time with the kids, even while they complain about how their work is too hard. Sure, some days end and I wonder how I managed to make it with all of my hair still attached to my head, but I really do love these kids.
And it’s the same way with a lot of the camp kids; the ones I’ve really gotten to know over the past year. Weekend camps held periodically throughout the school year provide an excellent means of staying connected with campers beyond the summertime and I’ve had the opportunity to help out with each one. At the elementary weekend camp, held in March (which was my first “repeat” event, marking a full year on the field), one of the girls latched on to me, sticking by my side for most of the weekend because she remembered me from that summer. I remembered her too – she had been the camper who had asked me to help her learn to swim. And, although she never mastered the skill, my attempts had clearly made an impression.
And it is this type of relationship that is most important to build. But it is also this type that is hardest to leave behind.
Over the past 2 months I have dealt with more emotions than ever before. From something as seemingly small as replacing my windshield twice in one week, to my Grammy’s funeral, to hearing the stories of teens who have dealt with more pain than one person should ever have to bear… it’s been hard. And it’s been good. And it’s not over yet.
These are moments in time that God uses to change us. These are moments that God uses to form us. These are moments that we must hold on to.
It isn’t time to say goodbye; not yet. There are three more weeks of classes; three more weeks to pour into these students’ lives; three more weeks to build these relationships; three more weeks to make it that much harder to leave.
But these weeks could make an eternal difference. Because my God can change everything in a moment; any moment.
And maybe it won’t be goodbye forever.
Here’s a taste of what I’ve been up to:
Messy Games Day with Youth Group
Elementary Weekend Camp
LIT Weekend Camp
And one more thing: camp’s not over yet. The people in charge have
foolishly graciously agreed to let me stay on through camps this summer. I don’t know yet in what capacity I’ll be serving, but I’m looking forward to spending more time with the campers!
After the summer, it’s anybody’s guess as to where God will lead me next. But, if life so far is any indication, I’m sure it will be an incredible adventure.