I spent last weekend @ Rockbridge. Rockbridge is a YL camp in Virginia and if you've been following me for awhile, my home last July. It was a great weekend with all the YoungLives staff in the Eastern Division. It was so nice to meet my other team members who are excited about sharing Christ's love with teen moms. I loved sitting at their feet, gathering suggestions, and just hanging out. God slowed me down, always does at Rockbridge which is one of my favorite places on earth, and really gave me a glimpse into what the incarnation really is! I meditated most of the weekend on the fact that God desired me enough to put on flesh and come down here to get dirty! I love a man who loves the outdoors and hiking :)
We often think about what He did for us on the cross, which was HUGE but we often forget the magnitude that there was flesh to be broken and blood to be shed. Seriously, I just was and still am in awe that He wanted me that badly! He knew I wasn't coming to Him so He had to come get me!
That is what I have been called to do, go to where high school kids are, I can't sit back create a nice little program and expect them to horse up and come hang out. So I go to the school, stand awkwardly in the cafeteria, or I walk down the halls as people wonder who the heck I am. I mean seriously if Christ can do that for me.... I am happy to throw the old hiking boots on and slap a visitors badge on and set out on a little hike through the halls....
Well the visitors badge I'd be okay if they did away with that... I mean just slap ADULT on my forehead! Geez they are cramping my style!
2 comments:
You're living the radical life, Adrienne! Especially with the visitors badge and all
Seriously, standing around in a high school. Then and now, I've always felt as tho walking the HS halls... it's like this feeling that someone (or multiple someones) has you in their scope, that you have to move quickly and quietly, because at any moment someone's going to attack... a comment on your clothes, your hair, the way you walk, talk, breathe... I just feel this low-level, pervasive stress whenever I go back. Listen to me, it sounds like I had a horrific experience, but I didn't... just a normal one (I think). All that to say, major kudos to you for facing all that again when you don't really "have to"!
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