Michele Minehart

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Month: September 2009 (page 1 of 5)

it’s not you, it’s me

when i left my role as youth director at the church, it was weird. everything. was weird. i never really viewed my job as my identity, but i moved to upper sandusky directly in that role as youth director. no one in upper, especially “my kids” ever knew me as simply michele. i was michele, the youth director.

so when i was no longer michele, the youth director and instead simply “michele”, relationships seemed to change. conversations evolved. i felt like people viewed my exit as youth director as also an exit from interest in their lives. i felt shut down; shut out.

when we moved to findlay and decided to plug into st. pauls, my friend mark was very good about letting me move at my own pace and help with the youth. i’ve always wanted to be the #1 volunteer – who gets to say no to things i don’t like, who doesn’t have to be the bad guy about the rules, all of that. but it’s also hard to know where the scheme of things you fit best. i’ve done it all in youth ministry, but not all of it well. so just because i can do and have done something doesn’t mean that i should. very difficult discernment for someone as intense as i.

just in the past week i’ve recieved a few communications with “my kids”. all random, mostly due to my initiation. they started slow, and i felt that coldness that i sensed. but after the next message things started to thaw. one of them even said they missed me. there may have been a tear.

i’ve had trouble working myself into new ministry because i think my heart is still healing after the “old” one (old is opposite new, right?). it made me sad that my kids didn’t need, didn’t want me around anymore. getting to know new kids? well, let’s just say i don’t handle rejection well so i just don’t try. truthfully i think that’s what all the snobby girls do, it’s their secret. after i discovered it i found it to be my defense mechinism of choice.

after talking to a few of my kids, though, i think i need a change of perspective. they weren’t cold all along. i was. they never shut down – i did. i worried how they might think of me differently so i gave them a reason to think differently – i disappeared.

there’s lots of things in life i wish i could do differently with new perspective. there’s lots of things in that job i wish i had done differently. there’s a list of things about leaving that job that i wish i had done differently. but i guess such experience is always a lesson for next time – if nothing else, that i need to have a next time.

so in venturing into new students, lives that are around me now… maybe i just need to remember that it did matter. it probably doesn’t matter now, but at the moment it did. and it can matter now in this newness, if i let it. if i open up to it.

**edit: i had some car time this evening and got to thinking: what do teachers do about this? you spend a year in the life of a child, and then the next year some younger, hipper version breaks out the newest trends in cursive writing and the days of the Q and U wedding are in the yearbooks. are you trained well in being last years’ forgotten hero? or does the prospect of a new class just bring fresh hope?

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bathtime reading

from bonhoeffer’s life together.

“but he who can no longer listen to his brother will soon be no longer listening to God either; he will be doing nothing but prattle in the presence of God, too. this is the beginning of the death of the spiritual life, and in the end there is nothing left but spiritual chatter and clerical condescension arrayed in pious words. One who cannot listen long and patiently will presently be talking beside the point and never be never really speaking to others, albeit he not be conscious of it. Anyone who thinks that his time is too valuable to spend keeping quiet will eventually have no time for God and his brother, but only time for himself and his own follies.”

wow, if that isn’t a slap across my cheek. but i’ve been the bratty daughter who probably deserved it. def something to add to my list of needed improvements.

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down for the count

ugh. worse instead of better. i pulled myself out of bed this morning but had to sit down in between activities, including peeing and brushing teeth. that should’ve been my first sign. made it to the 2:00 stopping hour, came home with body aches and chills. so i called the midwife to make sure i didn’t have this deadly flu the media keeps talking about. they gave me a nose swab but they weren’t too worried.

they did, however, give me a prescription as a “precaution.” i asked if it was safe. nurse said “sure, it’s protocol.” i asked if it was “protoccol” before the swine flu existed. nope. i think we’ll wait until i get a diagnosis or until i begin a rapid onset of new symptoms before giving that a run.

jj was quick on the rescue and within the hour of my return my mother-in-law, a known angelic figure of upper sandusky, showed up with noodle soup and preparations to entertain henry all evening. he was thrilled, they laughed and played all night. thank goodness, i’m sure that wouldn’t be the case if he was stuck with only me.

well, i need to be done with the computer, it is inducing hot/cold chills. back to the tv. how many episodes of Law and Order SVU until you’re a certified detective?

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