My kids…

So um… I kinda failed the writing challenge seeing as I completely forgot to write yesterday. Yeah… ok. I’m over it now… time for day 2!!!

I woke up this morning to a couple of comments on one of my Instagram photos from the kids back home. It made me smile but I also got to thinking about how life is pretty crazy.

A couple of years ago, someone made the huge mistake of allowing me to be the co-director of the youth department at my church. When I think about it now, I have no idea why I went along with it either. That was a pretty rough time for me. I was depressed, work was a struggle, I was broke (I still am but…), I wasn’t happy. Every day was a struggle. It was hard. Things were pretty bad. But there I was – the youth director charged with the spiritual fate of about 30 high school aged kids. Somehow, someway, I did it. Of course I made a ton of mistakes. I did things my way and ignored a lot of traditions. I pissed off a whole bunch of church folks. And I had a ton of fun doing it. We went to basketball games, we went to other churches, we went out to eat, we had game nights… we had a ball! We addressed some pretty difficult issues. Some of the kids have experienced things I couldn’t imagine going through and living with and I’m easily 13 years older than them. They knew I was there to help them. They didn’t know they were helping me.

So I woke up this morning, checked my phone, and one of the girls commented that she missed me. The other wants to know when I’m coming back to see my kids. I smiled because I remembered how bad things were and how grateful I am that they were there for me. I also smiled because they still refer to themselves as my kids.

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