Sitting on a porch in a hollow with Duane, guns, and cameras

I got three new siblings at kids club a week ago. I love them! At the community cookout this week I went out back to the playground where Amilia asked me to lift her up to something on the playground. I decided we should try to sneak up on the teen mission trippers who were sitting at a gazebo, so with her in my arms we snuck over, but they spotted us. I asked her what we should do, and we ran away to hide on the playground. She giggled with glee as we ran off. Then we tried a couple more times. One last time, she asked her sister if she wanted to come. The three of us quietly made our way over, but alas, we were spotted! The sound of their laughter as we ran away is one of the most beautiful things of my summer.

Friday night after grocery shopping the weather was fine for a run, but I wasn't feeling compelled. I felt like playing some basketball instead, so John, Haley and I shot around for a while. I'm no good when I laugh, because what skill I have drops a couple levels. John is twice my size and intimidates me enough that I don't want to stand in his way when he's running to the basket, and Haley made me laugh so much I could hardly move. At one point, John said "argh" after missing a basket, and Haley decided he was Irish. That quickly became pirate talk which ended with Haley and I speaking in British accents. She decided that a good guarding technique would be to stick at her arms like in the Father Abraham song while saying "father Abraham, father Abraham" in her accent. To top it off, every time John came near one of us, she would shout "Giant." Needless to say, I may have gotten more of an ab workout laughing than anything else.

For a Saturday off, we went to Duane's house, where we go every Tuesday for a hike up the mountain with our youth participants. He, his brother, and his mother have pretty much adopted us as family from day one. We were there to fulfill a goal - Haley, our program staffer, wanted to shoot a rifle from the hip. And that we did. She almost dropped it when it kicked back, but caught it by the barrel. I evidently have some innate skill with cocking a gun, however, when it came to shooting it, I just looked like I was hoping it would go well when it kicked back on me, but held on to the butt. Then we moved on to the pistol. Haley hit the target first try. It was impressive. I aimed over the target, but it was the right direction... after the guys went, we had a photo shoot wearing the pistol holster and holding the shot gun. It was kinda loose on me, so I looked pretty hard core. For awhile after that, we all just sat on the porch talking while a little storm rolled in. It was good.

Mission: Be Saturated and Get Others Soaked

As kids spilled out of the van, a small eleven year old boy walked out and over to me. Lindsey and Sam greeted e with hugs, while his greeting was "Hey butthead." I reached out my arms to DJ and he came in for the hug. "You know you love me," I reminded him. "You're right," and he walked away.

I went to M & R for my one-on-one with John last week. Soon after ordering a drink, six year old Lauren walked in and, smiling, slid into the spot next to me in the booth, laying herself in my arms.

That is why I am here. God is using me to take His love and drench the hearts of kids who think being strong means having a calloused heart and showing them it's ok to feel. I am here to be the hands and feet of Jesus to children who know and trust that I am around simply because I love and care about them.

A Long Short Week Followed by a Long Weekend : D

It's been a long, tiring week, even though we sent families off a day earlier than we do youth participants.  You should know though, my team is great.  They sent me to bed as soon as we got done with our nightly meeting every night.  The last night with the families I stayed up - I figured it'd be a good night to socialize when I didn't have Kids Club to run the next day.  We worked all afternoon to get things ready for next week, then went to Miss Laudie's for dinner, Bible study and 'pickin' time.  It was good, but things are better when you're not zoned out because you're tired.  The whole team was dragging, but we got up bright and early to leave for Charleston at 6:15 to get groceries.  That way we could beat the 4th of July crowds and get back for our weekend off.  We took a long nap after, went for our weekly lunch at M&R where Haley and I discovered delicious milkshake flavors - butter pecan and blackberry chocolate.  We did our own thing for awhile, then Mark and I started writing a scary movie that we hope to tape at the West Virginia crews' area retreat next weekend.   I cooked some dinner, then we decided we wanted to make some kind of video...we chose a music video to Queen's "I want to ride my bicycle."  I almost cried laughing when it was all fixed up.  While Mark edited the video, the other three of us tie dyed our white work shirts.  

Today, a dog chased me, nipping at my feet while I ran until a neighbor in her car yelled at it.  I won't be running down that road again...if I remember which one it is.  We watched the parade go past our home while sitting in the truck bed eating breakfast.  Bingo is happening this afternoon instead of tonight to give people a chance to do fireworks and stuff.  The volunteer firefighters had a potluck lunch they invited us to before bingo started.  It was tasty.  They had a drawing for a couple folding chairs, and of all the people who had a ticket, I won.  I'm not sure what I'll do with it when we leave, but for now, it makes a lovely seat while I type.  It's a bit better than the floor with a chunk of carpet roll on it.  By the way, we don't have to use internet in the closet anymore.  Joe, one of the volunteer firefighters, our main man in this building, hooked up the internet to our sleeping room.  Tonight we're going to the Charleston Youthworks site to have a cookout with our buddies there, then to watch the fireworks over the river.  

I'd like to end with my site director's theory on fireflies.  He and his friend came up with this while porch sitting in Kansas.  The theory is that a firefly's entire purpose is to create a masterpiece of light throughout it's life.  We can only see one flash at a time, but God doesn't exist within time.  So, to Him, each firefly creates this ongoing piece of art that is all connected and more beautiful than we can know.  

Our Favorite Pasttime

   So, our team's new favorite pasttime seems to be going to cemetaries.  I had my one-on-one there yesterday, two of our staff took their break there, and last night we took a hike up to the cemetary by a community member's house with our groups that are here this week.  So far, I've found the oldest year born - 1807, John has the longest life lived at 98, and Kelly has the most unique names which I don't remember right now.  There's a great view from the cemetary down the road.  There are houses and mountains all around.  A lot of cemetaries are on hills because they're closer to the heavens and when people farm around here they plow the flat ground.  

   This week started out rough in my eyes.  Sunday was swell, the families came in and all was fine.  Monday's Kids Club was tough with only a few adults/high schoolers helping to run it, no male leadership, and some of the volunteers being the same age as my kids.  However, my team thought I did amazing, so I'm chugging along and laying it all in  God's hands.  Yesterday was better.  I was repeatedly reading Joshua 1:9 and 2 Tim. 1:7 in the morning.  There's a woman here who is a retired social worker, and we've had a couple good conversations.  I really like her.  I also found that one of my Kids Club helpers really likes to make up new words to the boogaloo song, so we've been having fun with that.  

My team is great. 

Until later...