Teenagers do more than homework

I’ve written about why I hate that I have a Georgia “G” on my debit card before. Awkward conversations with strangers equals uncomfortable, so I like to avoid them at all costs. However, today I had a great conversation started by the good ol’ debit card. It went like this:
cashier: “wow, you all have had some really crappy* years”
me: “yes we have…and its embarrassing”
cashier: (random info on why he knows about UGA football) “so what’s the answer?”
me: “I think we may need to get rid of Coach Richt, which frankly breaks my heart”
cashier: “You should call the alumni association and make it happen.”

You know why this conversation was acceptable? Because he didn’t give me some lame “let’s argue about our team rivalries, even though we don’t know one another” banter, nor did he give me a disapproving look or try to convert me. He said it like it was.

Anyhow, all that got me thinking about my interactions with strangers. And here’s what I concluded. I was glad the man didn’t ask me what my job was. I never really know what to say. When I tell people I work in youth ministry, they don’t really have a category for what that looks like and I’m always met with the same question which I really don’t know how to answer: “So, you like help them with their homework?” What I am supposed to say to that? I mean I guess sometimes I do help kids with their homework, but not that often and it doesn’t even begin to encompass the purpose of my job.

The problem really isn’t peoples’ perception of my job. They don’t understand my job because they don’t understand teenagers. Do people really think that what makes up the majority of students’ lives is struggling with their homework? It doesn’t. Not even close. It’s sad to me that adults are so distanced from teenagers that they can’t wrap their minds around what plagues their hearts.

I’ve always struggled with the gap between adults and teenagers. They have so much in common. I find that more and more as I get older. It’s not just adults that have idols. It’s all humanity. It’s not just teenagers that struggle with submission to authority. It’s all humanity. Teenagers need the life lessons of grown ups. They need to see a picture of what it looks like to make it out of growing pains, braces and awkward dances. They need to begin to understand that all of life is about “growing up” and even those who are adults are still learning what that means. They need to see that maturity is less about a number on a driver’s license and more about relying on the Lord. But I would argue that adults need students, too. They need to be reminded of passion and idealism and ideas. They need to see enjoyment of life and the wisdom that comes from living a life of practical dependence (when was the last time you had to ask to use your mom’s car and got a reply of “I’ll drop you off?”).

They’re is so much to learn and the gap just seems to be widening. I’m thankful for the church, because she seems to have caught on to this problem and is seeking to find a way to fill the gap. I hope that we, the church, will set an example for the world in this, because our students are talented and smart and loving others in a bold way. How beautiful it would be to invest in that, rather than simply “helping them with homework.”

*he didn’t say crappy…he used the s-torpedo, but I’m a Southern gal and just couldn’t bring myself to put it in type (even though I have little problem saying it in real life**)
**in appropriate settings with its appropriate use

Dear Melaina

Dear Melaina (and Karen),

You are the only person who reads my blog, so to you I apologize for all the grammatical errors in my posts. I reread a few old posts today and they are quite difficult. Generally, I am a bit of a grammar Nazi, however, when I write on here I never proofread and I write like I think. This usually means that I end up meshing two sentences in my head and the product causes me to use the wrong words at the wrong time. I will try to do better.

You are a sweet friend and a significantly more dedicated (and, thus, more successful) blogger than I.

With much love,

Sara

Lightening Strikes

I learned about God’s sovereignty when I was entering my sophomore year of high school. A close friend of mine was struck by lightening and died the following day. How, at 15, do you reconcile a tragedy that insurance companies file under an “act of God” and God’s goodness? After the visitation I remember I just got real quiet. I’m sure over the next few days I did speak something, but nothing of importance. I was just trying to find the Lord in all of it. It wasn’t until a few years later that I really ever talked about my confusion with the situation and how it had left me frustrated and confused about God’s character. I had just decided that He could do what He wanted and that I got no say in it. It was a faithless and loveless resignation. As the Lord worked on me, He showed me His goodness and kindness. Because of His Son and His grace, I can honestly say that I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good. God has been faithful to reveal His character to me and I have truly come to love His Sovereignty, not just resign to it.

With all that said, lightening has become this symbol in my life. It represents things that I don’t understand and wish could have happened another way. It stands for the things in my life that I struggle to submit to. Because, hey, God’s sovereignty is good, but my willingness to always embrace and wholeheartedly submit to it is not always so good. To be honest my heart is wicked in many, many ways.

In my life right now there is a lot of lightening. It’s not even as though my life is falling apart, it’s not. I love my life right now. But I look at the last few years and where I am now and, frankly, I just don’t understand. I don’t get it. I don’t know what God is doing or where He is taking me. So, I’ve resorting to Philippians 4…think about whatever is true. I have to remind myself of basic truths: Jesus is King of the Kingdom. The Kingdom is greater than the expectations of this world. I am deeply loved by the King and He is for me. God has a good plan for my life and the lives of others. He makes us all willing and ready to serve Him…etc, etc.

See, I’m thankful for the Truth. Because when lightening strikes and I’m scared and confused, there is something to hold onto. Something bigger than my fear and a world that spins chaotically out of control. There’s Jesus. Jesus who loves me and cares for my fragile heart so tenderly. And it’s during the lightening that my faith grows.

Introverts Unite

A few weeks ago I was in Target. As I was checking out, the Target lady asked why I was buying approximately 1,200 lbs of Christmas Cookies. I told her I worked with Jhi and SHi girls and they like sugar (most times I hate talking to people in these situations, so I give as little information as possible as to avoid follow up questions). She asked if I was a teacher, which is a common assumption when I give my preconceived answer. I told her that I worked at a church and when she kept inquiring we found out that we go to the same church. The following Sunday I sat with her. She is delightful and my new friend. I met her husband today and they are the sweetest couple. They are probably in their 60’s and I really am so thankful for them. Today as we were walking out of service, Jeanne and I were discussing that we are both introverted, but in jobs where we have to talk to people a lot. Also, out jobs give us unconventional hours. We decided to get coffee soon. I’m so looking forward to it.

This has to be what a fellowship of believers looks like. How exciting to find a friend in the most random of places and know that God ordains all interactions. I feel so blessed that she wants to spend time with me and encourage me, especially in a season of life where I have transitioned and am far from all the older women who pour into my life. I am very grateful for a community of believers that seek one another out. There is a deep sweetness to that. I love the church.

Want

What do you do with your want? I talked about this about a month ago in a high school Sunday School class. My prideful heart thought it was for the students. Turns out since that 1am writing session I haven’t been able to move away from this. We want things. We desire things. From new clothes to new jobs to relationships to free time. Fill in your own blank. What do you want? And what do you do with that desire? Scripture tells us not to be greedy, but it doesn’t tell us to squelch our desires. It tells us to take them to the Lord. To ask Him for things and He answers. I love that about Him.

Sometimes I’m not sure what to do with my want though. I want to be able to lean into it and for it to draw me to my Father, but if I am honest sometimes it just makes me anxious and confused. I look at my life right now (and its a life I’m thankful for) and I have no idea how it makes any sense, especially given the things that I am striving for and that I want right now. I believe that it takes faith to take my desires to the Lord, to trust Him with them. But its difficult, because it means I’m not in control and I might not get what I want. That isn’t my favorite idea, but it draws me back to a Father who is the giver of good gifts.

So what do you do? What is the answer? If you remember the parable about the three men who were given money, for a long time I related to the third servant. He buried the money and took no risk. He moved out of carefulness, not faith. I like rules and boundaries. I like cautious, but sometimes risk isn’t risk, its faith. That’s what I’m learning, to trust God with my want and step in faith.

I may not get the things I want. That will be really difficult. I may not understand the direction God is taking me right now or what is coming down the turnpike, but I can enjoy where He has me now and trust that He is teaching me about Himself and showing me His love. I was listening to Kari Jobe’s I Know That You Are For Me earlier today. The song talks about how God is for us. He is not fighting against us. The chorus is a reminder that sometimes the circumstances of our life may only be to remind us who God is and that is not only enough, but good. I know that God is for me and very much at work. I know He loves me and, although I still very much learning to believe this, I can trust Him with my desire and want.

Silence and Hallelujahs

Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say. I know I’m female and supposed to be capable of about a billion words an hour, but every now and then I just get quiet. And not the introverted quiet where I am actually processing through a ton of things, my mind just stills and my heart is peaceful and I really have nothing to say. Today is one of those days. My guess is that it is this way because of the past couple of months and, more specifically, the last two weeks. In these two weeks, I have been able to process through so much information, thoughts and emotions.

Last week I sat at the kitchen table of a woman I respect greatly. In the mere 20 minutes I was sitting there with her, I spilled out my whole heart. Not just the pieces and tidbits that I share on occasion with others, but every hope and fear. Things I really desire and questions I am normally too afraid to ask. And because she has this uncanny ability for silence to speak volumes, I kept talking until I think every bit of who I am was in tangible pieces on the dark wood tabletop. And so, we sorted through them.

I’ve thought a lot about that conversation and the experiences of the past 3 months. I see the Lord working in so many ways around me-He is clearly weaving His work all around in the lives of people around me. He is showing me so much of His redemption and the new creations He has made. I am left awestruck at how I see God’s work in some of the people and families I am privileged to know. And so I am left with a curiosity that drives me more than I know how to share. What else is God doing? How is He using me? How is He sanctifying me? What is He calling me and others to do? Things that I thought were dead in me are being awakened to life again. Although they are good things, frankly, I’m not sure how to deal with it. I had become very comfortable with them being “gone.”

But God seems to have different plans to work in my heart and show me how His love and His plan are better than my own. He truly knows what I need to be whole. I pray that I will cling to that in the future as He continues to sanctify me and make my heart more like His Son’s.

There are so many things I am thankful for right now. So many ways that God is making my heart playful and renewed. It reminds me of why I named this blog “hallelujah.” It’s what I want to be the overflow of my heart. That at the end of everyday I will sing “hallelujah.”

I am certain that there will be much struggle in the days to come. I am certain that my emotions are about to be catapulted from detached to very much engaged. I am certain that the next few months will not be what I view as easy. I am also certain that God is at work. That His goodness is where I stand. So, at the end of today, with grateful silence in my head, my heart says a confident hallelujah.

“…in repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength…” Is 30:15