Tweens

Our Kids Need Saving Too

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Noah's Baptism

Noah’s Baptism

I found Jesus in my 30’s. Well, not like I FOUND him, you know, on a piece of toast or in a cave or something, but more like He found his way into my heart. I am thankful that God prompted both my husband and I to take our then four year old son to church. I love how God can use children to draw us to him. Because of us following that prompting, our son, now 13, was baptized at age six. On his own accord, and because of the love and teaching of his pastor (we love you Shelly) at the time, he gave his life to Jesus, and has never turned back. I love that we were able to give him the oppotunity to know and love God, and I love that our church provided that enviornment for him.

For my husband and I, it took us a little longer to be saved. And by saved, I mean, for us to dip our foot in the water, so to speak, and proclaim that we too were all in to follow Jesus. And we were baptized on the same night by our two pastors. It was incredible, and something I will never forget. And it started what is turning out to be a journey I never knew existed. It started changing our hearts, individually, healing our marriage, and closing up large wounds of our past. There’s a lot of work still to be done, or undone, I like to say, because we spent most of our life NOT following God, and not knowing his plans for us.

All of this prompted our work in children’s ministry. And by work, I mean serving there. We dove in head first with the goal to love on and save as many kids as we could that came through our church doors every Sunday. We worked with an incredible team of leaders and saw a lot of hearts changed.

Right this minute, I got up off my chair and started to walk away from my computer. Because my heart hurts and I don’t know how much more I can write. It hurts for all of the kids out there that don’t know Jesus. And I’m watching so many of them grow up without Him. And it brings me back to my youth, which, in all honesty, wasn’t so terrible, but it could have been so much more with Jesus leading my way. I want to yell and scream through the streets of my neighborhood and gather up all the wandering kids who don’t know where they are headed. I want to love on all of them and share how much Jesus wants to know them. Yes, that might be a little over the top. I’ve been told before that sometimes I speak louder than I need to and not always in love. I’m working on this.

But, seriously, my heart does hurt for kids who don’t know God. ALL of them. Even the ones that go to church each Sunday with their parents, but haven’t figured out how to have a relationship with Jesus yet. And that seed God planted in my heart has grown into a tree, I think. And God has prompted me, once again, to help lead kids to him. And he’s giving me all the help I need, of course.

I’ve been praying for a long time about becoming a volunteer for Young Life, which is just getting started here in my hometown. I was freaked out about it for a long time, but God never let me forget about that seed. And, through prayer, and growing closer to Him, he’s opening more doors for me, and I couldn’t be more excited about it! A program for middle school kids will be starting up in the fall, and I get to be a part of it. I can’t wait to reach out to kids who were right where I was all those years ago. I can’t wait to know them right where they are, with no pressure or agenda. I can’t wait to be an ear and a voice for them. And I can’t wait to see how their heart might change just because we’ve provided them a fun and safe place to hang out and be themselves. What an incredible opportunity to love on our youth, and I get to be a part of it!

So pray for me as I embark on yet another scary journey. Pray for those kids who I might be able to reach through this. And pray for our organization to reach those who need it.

Where is God prompting you to serve? What is on your heart right now?

Middle School Brain

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I’ve reached the point of parenthood where I struggle to understand my child. I know I was once a 6th grader, but I was a whole lot different than my son, and well, I was (am) a girl. If I could get inside of his head for a moment, I wonder what I might learn?

Never hang up your towel. It’s more convenient to run naked across the hall after showering to dry off in the bedroom.
Dirty clothes should go directly NEXT to the clothes hamper on the floor.
Brush your teeth as little as possible.
Saying that you brushed your teeth is the same as actually doing it.
Flat surfaces are for placing all kinds of interesting objects that you might want to keep.
Moms don’t understand why these objects are important.
Eating in front of the tv is necessary and productive, like multi-tasking.
No matter what Mom says, always freak out about it.
Telling your parents they stress you out will always get them off your back.
I am smarter than my parents and I always will be.
Note to self: when I am a grown up, I will have a garage full of Arizona Iced Tea and drink it whenever I want.
A schedule is just a rough idea of what I might feel like doing.
Cramming papers into your binder is an acceptable way to transport them to and from school.
All school work is stupid and a waste of time. Except science, which is cool.
Anything your parents suggest doing will always be boring.
Be somewhat rude to your parents most of the time. Keep kindness for when you want something.
Use phrases like, “you don’t understand!” and “it’s not a big deal!” in most communication with your parents.

I may never know what goes on in his head, and I may never quite be the Mom he thinks I should, but I’ll keep doing my best with what I know and keep loving him for who he is on the outside. And, yes, he will read this because he follows me on Twitter. I hope he gets a laugh, or maybe can let me know if my list is anywhere near accurate.

I survived my first middle school band concert

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I wrote most of this a year ago and never finished. Since then I’ve survived 2 (or 3) more of these events, including the holiday concert just last week. I consider myself a professional band parent by now.

Yes, it’s true. I survived my first middle school band concert. As a parent, that is. I survived several on my own as a student and nowhere near accomplished clarinet player. On that note, I’d like to give a shout out to my mom, who spent countless hours at these events, driving me to private lessons, and listening to me practice in my bedroom. I don’t know how she did it, but she certainly showed me that moms will do almost anything for their kids.

As the day grew near for the SMS Holiday Concert, I felt anxiety and uncertainty. I was anxious for my son (who clearly wasn’t himself), and uncertain of whether I could make it through the entire 90 minute ‘show’. I have an attention span of about 8 minutes, and issues with being in large chaotic groups of parents and students. This challenge before me felt daunting to say the least.

The morning of the concert, I wrote BAND CONCERT on our kitchen chalkboard, because, by this point, I had subconciously forgot about the event, I’m sure as a means to protect myself from more anxiety. It was not unlikely that, without a reminder, I would completely forget to drive him there and realize it half way through another episode of “Good Luck Charlie” on Disney channel. We did drop him off on schedule, and even had time for my husband and I to pick up lattes as our replacement dinner.

Flash forward. After navigating our way to the gym (following other people), arriving in chaos (see above), and chatting with a few other parents, we found open seats in the last row of the ‘floor seating’. This left for a view of nothing but ski caps, climbing children, and other random adult heads. Of course, if we’d been in the front row, we would have only seen music stands, as every kid hid behind theirs. A couple of times I caught a glimpse of my son in between a bald guy and a teenage kid who was obviously serving out some sort of punishment by being there.

We chatted with our friends in front and to the side of us. All making the same cliche comments about ‘why does this have to be 90 minutes’, and ‘can we get this show on the road already?’. We were all clearly sharing the same lack of patience and desire to be home having a glass of wine rather than sitting in plastic stacking chairs.

At some point, probably 8 minutes in to the show, I moved quickly into my ‘I’ve lost interest’ mode, so I started visually scanning the room to find something else to have my attention. Here’s what I saw: A grown man playing Angry Birds on his iPad. More than one adult sleeping. Several kids on handheld games and reading. A mom reading a book on her phone. LOTS of parents reading whatever on their phones. And a kid sitting on the floor drawing.

With not much left to look at, I moved into ‘space out’ mode, otherwise known as, ‘deep thoughts’. Here’s what went through my head, “why is that guy wearing sweatpants to a music concert? I wish I was in sweatpants. I wish I was at home on the couch and this latte was a hamburger. I really need to take action on my snack cart idea. I think selling food at school events would be genius. What time is it? The clock is like 7 hours off. Why don’t they use the stage? Could this seat be more uncomfortable? These events truly are one big germfest. I’m taking Airborne the SECOND I get home. ‘ “What? Oh!” (clap clap clap clap clap clap clap)

The clapping woke me from my ADD coma long enough to watch and listen to the band play. I’m sure I heard my son rocking it on the flute, never missing a note. Or maybe I just imagined it. After they finished, I continued my cycle of spacing out until, finally, it was time to go home. I was pleasantly surprised to have made it through, and had less anxiety about the next one in the spring.

Oh, middle school band concert, how I loathe the. Please be kind the next time around.