Rockbridge Staff Day.

NOVEMBER 15, 2010
Rockbridge Staff Day.
I am so sorry, it has been FAR too long since I have updated my blog! PS. This may be a long post!
This week was a little off, Tuesday I woke up at 4AM (typical of a tidewater staff person) to drive to Rockbridge for the commonwealth’s staff day. This pretty much is when every person on staff in the commonwealth region of Virginia (about 50 of us) get together and talk about ministry.
I’m not going to lie I HATE leaving Chesapeake, its weird I know because I’m not from here but I realized when I was sitting at Rockbridge which is like my second home I just longed to be going up to the high school. I longed to be with girls, this sounds like something that is so cliche or something that I am “supposed” to say being on staff and let me tell you there are days when I DO NOT want to go to the high school but for the most part I long to go there. I long to be walking the lonely sidwalk against the grain of juniors and seniors literally running to their cars to beat the traffic out of school, it is where I long to be. So as I sat amongst staff people from all over Virginia who are beyond wise, and beyond faithful, I was dreaming of Chesapeake, dreaming of lost kids, wanting to be with them.
Rockbridge was such a sweet time for me, even though I wanted to be elsewhere Christ pulled me to Himself. The staff associates (formerly called interns) got to spend the night and have an extended training time together which was absolutely all I needed. Except for the fact that we shot guns for a little while… I HATED that! I have never shot a gun before and I cried and was shaking after my practice round and told them I could not do it again… I have a bruise about the size of a grapefruit on my arm as we speak it was miserable but the guys loved it and thats what matters they got to have their “guy time” showing off to one another. After our shooting sesh we had dinner together, we sat for 4 hours sharing challenges… being vulnerable… sobbing… feeling Christ…feeling real life when we live in a world were “real” is very much non-existant.
That time at Rockbridge was so much sweeter than I could ever tell you and I don’t want to forget a second of it but as I fall back into routine here in Chesapeake I find myself losing sight of sweet time spent around a table in the dining hall where day after day lost high schoolers have sat questioning where they belong. We even talked about how our kids probably think we have it “all together” and yet we sat around that table a mess, a mess that is delighted in by our savior… how sweet… how sweet my job is, thank you for letting me do it.
*pray for club tonight (Monday) if you could, pray for 5 more girls to sign up for camp to make 20 girls from Hickory High School the most they have ever taken!