Nearly ten years ago God entrusted me with the responsibility
of mentoring a group of 7th grade girls.
We were new to the church and I was just trying to figure out
what being a youth pastor's wife was all about.
But every week during the six years we met together,
I learned from them much more than I ever taught.
We rock climbed.
We learned how to surf.
We water skied.
We built houses in Mexico.
I was there for their many broken hearts.
They were there for mine when we lost Joy.
I was there to rejoice with them.
They were at the Hospital when Halley was born.
I have watched them grow,
live out their dreams,
follow God's calling on their lives.
A little reunion was in order.
So last night we all crammed in my van and
headed to one of our favorite places, Sonic.
The 45 minute wait flew by.
I have never enjoyed sitting in my car waiting more.
The meal, the slushes, five conversations at once.
My van dying as we were ready to leave.
The tow truck man coming to rescue us.
Because I was with my girls.
The ones that God has used to make me who I am today.