So, this weekend, my mother and I unknowingly volunteered for the circus. :D Well, maybe not unknowing, (we made have had an inkling) and maybe not the circus, just 12 kids+1 van x 2 extreme YQL days. First of all, let me explain my mother to you... 1st grade teacher, loveable, Paula Dean lookalike,and your typical all around southern woman. Her one fatal flaw is her ability to not stay up past 8:30 and her low disappointed teacher voice. Both which have put a damper on my life at times. So anyways, we both tag teamed our youth group and headed to the great Jacksonville Florida for the True Love Waits conference and then ministry with our sister Church the next day.
Now before I explain, I pride myself on my lack of sleep abilities.... the week I graduated I went three days straight without sleep, I am a pro. My mother....Not so much. YQL was awesome, we learned not to cross bridges, how cows are dumb, and had the sex talk. we loaded up in the van by 10:30 and made it to our hosts houses by like 11. Not too shabby, in my head I was like... hang out with the girls till like 1, go to bed and wake up for sunrise service at like 630. Piece of cake. No. Not at all. Lori Land peaced as soon as we made it to the house and I got rounded up into a game of apples to apples. By the time we all finished talking and being girls which is one of my favorite things.... Like for real, there are days where I wish every day could be a sleep over. yep... I am 23 and I am cool. we finally start to play.(I absolutely love this game, I win everytime... I am kinda a master at it). 2:30 rolls around and I can barely keep my eyes open.. In my head, I am like... yea I got this, that is 4 hours of sleep! I finally say goodnight, and it felt like minutes later my alarm clock went off...
Real talk... 30 degrees on the beach is like Alaska in the dead of winter... and 12 teenagers freezing at 6:30 is never a good combination, and yet it was absolutely stunning to see the sunrise. It was one of those moments that you stop and really examine how good your life is. I mean, I had about 6 boys trying to steal my blanket, and I couldn't feel my toes, but for a few moments everything I have felt in the past weeks and the stress of life seemed to not hover so close to my shoulders.Now that being said, I may or may not have made it back to Mrs Janes and taken a nap on a twin size bed with Angelica. No judgement.
Doing Ministry was wonderful, we had so much fun, and once our kids got out of their shells with the old people, they enjoyed it too. We have such a diverse youth group but they all connect together so well. There are no cliques, no awkward members, or fall outs. When I am with them I feel 15 again, and though to me It feels like a good thing, I am pretty sure my mother would have to disagree... by the time we left and landed on the bus, everyone was wiped out and we barely made it back to Mayo before Mom and I passed out. It is absolutely wonderful to be with the hoodlums, but it really makes me realize what sleep has done to me in the short time I have graduated. Maybe this is adult life? I sure hope not.
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