This was the last in a line of horribly planned Saturdays.
I missed outreach for the third week in a row (I am sure you are all sick of hearing it and are questioning my level of commitment......aaauuuggghhh)!!!!
While I did not go on regular outreach I did play a small part in getting a teen girl to come:
Call on my cell phone:
Unnamed parent: There is a girl making out with a guy in the church parking lot.
Me: Who is it?
UP: I don't know.
Me: Can you tell them to leave, or do you want me to?
UP: Can you?
Me: Sure...**sigh** (thinking...why do I always have to be the bad guy???)
I walk up to a black primer-painted mini van.
Me: What are you guys doing here?
Guy: Nothin' just hanging out.
Me: Is there anything you need regarding the church?
Me: Then you need to leave.
Me: awkwardly standing there while they say their "goodbyes"....(and such is the life of a yp's wife...**sigh**)
The girl (who will remain unnamed to protect herself from her stupidity) walks over to a group of our girls that were hanging out at the church.
Unnamedgirlwhodidsomethingdumb: Don't tell my mom I was with that guy.
One of our youth girls: I won't tell her if you come on the bus tomorrow.
A glimpse of my Sunday morning:
Some of the bus workers warming up the play-doh before the arrival of the kids.
Street sign while doing wake-up.
First Route 3 pick up of the morning.
Weird things you see on Sunday mornings.
Cookies = the breakfast of champions.
Taking kids home.
Jackie: Yesterday we went to go visit my Dad in jail.
Me: Is he going to get out soon?
Jackie: I think so, but they are going to send him to Mexico.
Me: Well, being in Mexico is much better than being in jail. At least then you will be able to talk to him whenever you want.
Jackie: My mom says that we are not going to buy any new clothes or do anything extra for a year.
Me: Really, why?
Jackie: We are going to try to save all of our money so he can come home.
Me: (blinking back tears)
::talk about making the problems I have seem so little and insignificant::
Route 3 = 24 kids