Last night Daimian and I made it to 3 different eighth grade promotions in one evening. We saw several of our youth receive awards and somehow make it through middle school and onto high school (just kidding, they are a smart bunch... kinda)
We are so stinkin' proud of them. I feel like a proud mama. We love our youth so very much. Thursdays are a crazy time of frustration, happiness, sadness, joy, anger, love... They are a crazy bunch, all of them, but I would do anything for them, and I know Daimian would too.
Its weird being youth pastors. On one hand, we have to be stern an discipline sometimes, because they test us. But I love being their friend, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. These 8th graders made me really understand just how deeply I care for them. Seeing them walk across the stage and knowing they are going to face high school next, I know they'll do great.
Tonight, I will go see our 2 seniors graduate from Stayton High School. College is the next step, and these 2 girls are going to kick butt. I am so darn proud of them.
I think I need a tissue.
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