You know you're the wife of a youth pastor when he gets sick, you teach his lessons at youth group, and then discover your own voice.
Recently, Nathan got sick over a weekend. The bug came on quick Thursday afternoon and didn't leave until Monday. I found myself offering to lead both JH and HS youth groups, so he could stay home to rest and heal. Both times, I found out he was going to take me up on my offer about an hour before youth group was to begin--he always holds out hope that he can make it!
For the Junior High lesson, I took Nathan's outline that he had prepared and did my best to teach from it. It went ok. But, I realized it wasn't a topic that I had any current passion for--I delivered the lesson, filled up the proper amount of time, shared relevant life stories and even used the proper object lesson involving vinegar. I was using my mouth, but his voice to teach from God's word.
When Sunday night came around and I realized Nathan wasn't feeling any better, I volunteered again to share with the students. This time I knew that I needed to share from my heart and not just from his lesson plan. I was able to use the verses that he had chosen for the night, but I put my own twist on it--from what God had been speaking to me over the past few months. I would sum it up as, "The darker the world, the brighter we shine." I loved every moment of it (well, after the first few minutes of being very nervous) and I'm thankful I had the opportunity to use his theme, yet have my own voice.
Photo: me and my healthy hubby on last week's HS Mission Trip
You know you're the wife of a youth pastor when you wear crushed velvet.
Each year on our HS Spring Retreat, the senior class has a chance to share a few words with the underclassmen. One of the seniors shared about how her mom challenged her to think and ask herself, "Will this matter in 20 years?" She often uses this reminder when dealing with different situations that seem overwhelming at the time. She concluded that most things DON'T matter 20 years from now.
Also, it is tradition to have a "Black Tie Dinner" for the evening meal. As I didn't want to purchase a new dress, I decided to dig through what was lurking in the back of the closet. I found the dress I wore for my homecoming dance when I was a senior in high school! I thought it would be fun to show the HS girls what was being worn 'way back then.' Guess how long ago? Yep...20 years ago!
I shared about bringing my 20 year old dress with this senior girl and we had a laugh and a 'wow' at the connection of the concept of "20 years."
I can't believe it's been 20 years since I wore that dress. Time flies, right!? When I look at the current students, I realize that even with two decades of fashion changes, not much differes when it comes to how a teenage girl feels on the inside. I struggled with many of the same insecurities, hopes, goals and challenges that they face today. It's comforting to know that some things that seemed too big and insurmountable for my teenage self have either been solved or faded away with the passing of time.
I look forward to seeing how God continues to grow and mold the young ladies I spent the weekend with, and I pray that in 20 years from now they will have stories of 'overcoming' to share with me.
And now, some photos for your viewing pleasure.
My friends and I outside my locker during homecoming week.
I
couldn't find a photo of me wearing my dress to the homecoming dance
(maybe that's what happens when you go without a date...no photos). But
I did wear the dress later that year to a church youth group event.
Here's me with my best friend. Notice we are BOTH wearing velvet.
20 years later, realizing some things don't matter and others really do.
