This Reminds Me

Keith and I hosted the 11th and 12th grade boys for our youth’s annual Disciple Now weekend Friday – Sunday.  Disciple Now is a church-sponsored opportunity for students to learn not only about God, but also to know God.  In years past, we’ve hosted the middle school boys, but those days – along with my last nerves – are gone.  What a treat to enjoy the oldest boys with their good manners, encouraging words and sincere desire to listen to that still, small voice directing them.

We could be the spokesfamily for air mattresses.  We have several Aerobeds and they are so handy for holiday visitors, hurricane company and sleepovers like Disciple Now.  We left three upstairs for the boys to use (in addition to Lois’ and Julia’s bunkeds) and inflated one in our room for Julia’s slumber.

We made waffles, sausage and pig candy (candied, spicy bacon) for breakfast Saturday.   There is no such thing as too much pork when boys are hungry.

And they’re always hungry!  We provide snacks and they bring some, too.   We’ve known some of these boys – like Billy (cap)-  since we joined the church in 2000.  It has really been fun to see them not only get older, but also mature.   No more rounded scissors in Sunday School, or melting popsicles in VBS.  Billy is off to the Citadel in the fall, and I know his parents are proud.

Nine pairs of “boy shoes” at the door.  Not a piece of glitter or a buckle in sight.

Lois (far right) and her group showed up in homemade tutu’s Sunday morning.  Why?  “Spirit!”  I don’t think they were talking about the holy one.

Hannah (glasses) with her group leader Kelly Sunday morning.  All the leaders study at Mary Hardin-Baylor University and drove to San Antonio for this opportunity.

The students – like Lois, Alex and Katie – were seated in the sanctuary Sunday before we more seasoned saints could hobble  in.

The shaved head of Brody Holloway, director and co-founder of Snowbird Wilderness Outfitters, where our students attended camp last year and will again this year.  Brody challenged us parents to be personally holy.  That phrase has been rolling around in my head all afternoon.  I expect it will be for awhile.  Might even dribble down to my heart.

Love these kids!  And no matter how old they get, they’ll always be kids to me.

The theme of the weekend was “Undistracted,” with our students urged to define and master those things which keep them from being whom and what God calls them to be.  I loved eavesdropping on their conversations, lessons and insights. I found the message quite personally relevant as I am (far too easily) distracted.

Guess I still have a lot to learn – especially from these students.

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