Wednesday, December 8, 2010

It's what we do...

Youth ministry. Some days you wonder how you have the energy to keep going, you wonder if you can keep doing it, that maybe there's something else out there you could do? Something not so demanding....surely the grass is greener on the other side. I look around and see others who are veterans in the work, who pour themselves into this work - I feel lazy, that I should be doing more, but I really wonder what more I can do as I am already so tired all the time? Blah, Blah, Blah...

Then there are other days where you're messing around with the kids, you're laughing, someone's talking about flatulents, and then the next minute desperate for advice on how to get along with their parents. Or the kid who you think is totally 'out to lunch' who completely floors you with a statement or question...These moments come out of nowhere, these kids come out of nowhere. I love these kids. Yes. They do stupid things, make poor decisions, are selfish at times - but wait - were we talking about them or me? The same things I can criticize them about are the same faults the Lord could call me on. And yet my heart is drawn to them, it desires so much more for them, to encourage, inspire, hold accountable, to love them.....

When I stop and look at my life, those moments of reality that flicker in and out. I chuckle and ask myself how in the world did I get here!?!? The truth. There's no other place I'd rather be. I am blessed in ways I don't fully understand. When I try to fully think it through, I'm overwhelmed. Crowder sings a song "Shadows" that resonates deep to my core.... Thank you Lord for the blessings in my life...how profoundly inadequate do those words seem, help my words and actions be a constant expression of my gratitude.

"Shadows"

Life is full of
light and shadow
O the joy and O the sorrow
O the sorrow

And yet will He bring
Dark to light
And yet will He bring
Day from night

When shadows fall on us
We will not fear
We will remember

When darkness falls on us
We will not fear
We will remember

When all seems lost
When we're thrown
and we're tossed
We remember the cost
We rest in Him
Shadow of the cross