I have had on my "to do" for days now to blog about our mission trip week in Charleston. I have amazing pictures to share and we certainly had a wonderful time, but after such a spiritual experience it is so hard to put into words how God showed up for all 47 of us. After listening to our youth share their experience in Charleston in worship this morning, I knew I was finally read to put it into words.
This picture also touches my Momma heart. Hope adores Kyle and looks up to him so much. She loves basketball like Kyle. She loves Lebron James because of Kyle and my prayer is that her brother will take advantage of her devotion and teach her about Jesus and serving others. Kyle served at an apartment complex. They offered kids in the housing projects a safe place to come and play games and connect with them in order to teach them about God. Kyle's site was outside in the heat all day long.
Each night we had worship with an amazing band and then a pastor would come preach. It blessed my heart to see youth with their bibles open following along. Hope forgot her bible one night and she asked Mike to find the scripture on his phone so she could follow along.
This trip was very emotional for this youth leader. One night we had prayer stations placed around this beautiful reflecting pond outside of the chapel. The youth had to write on the prayer wall who had helped them grow in their faith and also who they were praying for. I allowed the youth to pray first and then I stepped up with Hope to write my names down of who had encouraged my faith along the way. I then saw that several of our youth had written my name down. I am teary now writing this. I came undone. Like snot flying kind of undone.
To think that some of our youth put my name down as someone who has pointed them to Christ overwhelmed me. No matter how much money we will ever make, what size house we have, what cars we drive or what my bank statement says is nothing compared to seeing my name down on a prayer wall in sticky Charleston SC written by teeangers with colorful sharpies. It made me realize that God has me right where he wants me. Youth ministry is not glamourous, profitable or even easy but it is worth every single minute when you can show teens that in the middle of this crazy life there is a savior who is desperate to spend time with them.
This ole gal is not perfect and i have certainly had my fair share of screwups and made some bad decisions, but when I was 19 years old Jesus got a hold of me. I got saved on a Sunday night at Calvary Baptist Church in Radford. Since then life has thrown me some curve balls but I know who I belong to. I desperately want our youth to see that I am not perfect but my Jesus is. I am not always faithful to Him but he is. This song I got Saved is my new favorite song. It so perfectly sums up my night with Jesus back in 1995 ( I think). I love the line "I've got Jesus how could I want more." I want these youth to know that true success in life has nothing at all to do with world possessions but has to do with living a life that honors God and serves Him well.
Now you understand why it took me so long to blog about this trip. This gal went there to show teens how to serve but got humbled when they made me remember that my job not to plan amazing outings. or feed them a lot, or all the other things that distract me in youth ministry. My single and solitary job is to point them to God and let Him do the rest. He is after all desperate to spend time with us all.