The past couple of weeks, as I have become tired, and bigger, and bigger, and tired, I have started to look forward to the routine of the school year. I love summer, don't get me wrong, but I love the routine of knowing exactly what we will do each day during the school year. The promise of fall, cold weather, soup (i miss soup), and slowing down in general.
I was asked to bring the big camera to grace tonight to update some media for the youth ministry. It was also Noah's first night, it's move up Sunday.
What I didn't expect is to have so much of my experience as a youth in youth group to flood back. The impact that my youth pastors had on me, the friendships I had and still have from that special time in my life... Thoughts of how these will be the tough years for Noah as he becomes a man, and these people will walk it with him. First girlfriends. Youth retreats. Craziness.
After watching them play, feasting on breakfast for dinner, and act crazy, we hunkered down for a good word from Adrian. He challenged them to get in to the word. To memorize Romans 8. On the way home from church Noah and I promised to memorize it together.
At the end Adrian had each group from each school stand up and people around them laid hands on them and prayed for the start of a new school year. Blame it on the hormones, but tears came to my eyes as I saw these kids praying for one another to be a light in their school.
You can pray for my boy as he embarks on a new school year. Middle school. He's getting so big. And time just won't slow down.
I am thankful for Adrian and the group of adults that will pour into him in these crucial years. We are so very blessed.














