I had the privilege to sit for 2.5 hours with young friends. We shared great conversation.
What a precious treasure!
We talked about boys…and love.
We talked about future…and school.
We talked about family, fairness, rebellion and a heart that God can work with.
We talked about profound grief that has grips the heart.
The patio hosting our conversation became a sanctuary–where it was safe to question and confess.
These young worshippers were transparent in their thinking and responses.
We talked about marriage and covenant.
We talked about valuing ones self–and seeing ourselves as Christ sees us.
We talked about tatoos and piercing things.
We told stories from the past.
We laughed–a lot.
We cried–a little.
We remembered when we met.
I heard them say, “these were the best years ever.”
That warms my heart.
We shared our struggles
We shared questions–and sought resolve.
God helped us…
We shared dreams.
Actually, they shared dreams and I listened.
They make me smile.
I asked them, “why do you have faith?”
Each were able to articulate for me an intentional journey they have been on in order to embrace faith for themselves today.
They love one another and love Jesus.
Yet–all, very different.
Therefore, their stories are different.
I only wish I could recap adequately.
I cannot.
These created ones have taken ahold of my heart.
I am a better Pastor because of my experiences with them.
I really believe that.
The highlight as we talked tonight was when I heard words like,
“I just realized something about God for the first time.”
and
“I’ve never thought about that before…”
These words make our time together a greater treasure.
We recognize that we will never recreate a moment just like this one.
We grieved a little.
We hugged,
I told them I was proud.
We walked away.
I am further changed.
I am grateful.
