This last picture is my favorite. They were crushin on the worship band all weekend (because that is just what high school girls do) so we took a "groupie" picture with the guys right before we left. I love these girls. I really do. Despite their high-maintenance selves, and my selfish self, God has bonded us. He works through all our sin and selfishness, and accomplishes His will despite it all. He is faithful like that. And though I often view myself as little more than the provider of milk, perhaps that was my purpose all along. And in a spiritual sense, providing milk is where it all begins. For even Paul said to the Corinthians "I gave you milk, not solid food, for you were not ready for it". There will be time later for steak and potatoes, but for now we are pacing ourselves, one gallon of milk at a time.
Monday, September 27, 2010
I have told you before that I have a small group of high school girls that meet weekly at my house. I really do not know what you call this group of ours. When people ask what I do with them, I am always at loss for words a bit. Do I "mentor" them? Maybe. Do I "teach" them? Not sure. Do I "listen" to all their stuff? Usually. Do they drink all my milk? Always. So perhaps the most accurate description of what I do is provide milk. Kind of like a cow. Yes, that's what I am to them: their cow. And this weekend we retreated together. They are seniors now, which means only one more year with these girls of mine. This weekend was the kick off to their senior year.