Michele Minehart

words & yoga

Month: February 2010 (page 1 of 3)

confirmation proclamation

tonight confirmed a piece of my calling. i don’t really miss being a youth director. i love talking with the kids. i love thinking about how to express a thought about God that they might understand. i love hearing about what’s happening in their lives and understanding their perspective. but i don’t miss being a youth director. i miss lots and lots of parts of my job, but tonight confirmed that i am where i *should* be. tonight (as i substitute youth directed) wasn’t bad. i enjoyed myself. but i could say, as i arrived home, that i don’t want to still be doing my old job.

**caveat: this doesn’t mean that i don’t wish on a regular basis i could re-live lots of my youth director moments. if i could go back and experience them again – exactly as the were, this isn’t a regrets thing – i totally would. they are some of my favorite memories in life.

allow me to list them.

Playing pit. anna is a screamer.
reading an email from sue b. at lakeside and being completely confused, only to find out she was giving holly a DOOL update.
imitating what i imagined of a david crowder book which involved peeing like a man.
i got a rash on my eye at ichthus.
the boys “checking” the roof of kristy’s car (i wasn’t even in the car and i love it).
scott & jordan “job shadowing” me.
open gym
clinton dropping a couch on his foot.
taking up the most pews at ash wednesday services.
“luggage” night and the parents’ participation in the props game (who’s line is it anyways style). i believe someone was milked.
the night the boys had to sleep over because we were locked out of a lakeside house.
watching JS raise his hand to indicate he wanted to make a decision to follow jesus.
cleaning the house of a single mom.
scott & jordan insisting on using a drill instead of a hammer to hang a picture in another person’s home (we were helping put together a nursery).
singing happy birthday to KLM at sabbath, david crowder style.
picking lynzi up from swim practice each wednesday.
getting ice cream with alyssa. or kelsey. or abbie. or mary. or holly. or whomever my victim might be.
the jesus-calming-the-storm skit.
nick with a hello kitty backpack.
making cameron do lots of math.
bible study with abbie and mary.
driving over coronado bridge while praising under open skies.
watching joe wash daniel’s feet.
doing late-night yoga with clinton and jevon. whiners.

gosh, those days were great. but i just don’t think that unless i have those moments with those kids, that it could live up to my standards.

thanks, guys, for setting the bar high enough that retirement will stick.

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take 2

i just wrote at least 3-4 paragraphs centered around the fact that i’ve begun the process of realizing that there is a baby coming very soon. but i’m just not able to “go there” publicly quite yet (though there are definately thoughts and a post on the verge of emerging). so i’ll go with a secondary thought i had earlier today.

one of H’s favorite people is Mr. Ron, the retired gentleman who plays bass in the praise band at church (also on the list are aaron, the high school basketball star who helps in the nursery once a month and his regular babysitter, CW). now, i’m sure Mr. Ron is a favorite for many. he was one of the first things i really loved about the church. because of my complete musical inept-ness, i love watching musicians do their thing and really enjoy it. Mr. Ron has a way of grooving to his bass that just gives me a feeling of joy. i love it. (i also have a slight fetish with watching the piano player-turned-guitarist. did you know he does it all WITHOUT MUSIC? simply amazing).

back to Mr. Ron. about a year ago we found out that he was battling cancer. i actually spoke of this when the church asked me to preach last summer, but one of the things that really got to me was watching Mr. Ron play his bass and sing his heart out to a song with the chorus “oh, no you never let go, through the calm and through the storm; oh no, you never let go, every high and every low; oh no, you never let go, Lord you never let go of me”. all this while he’s undergoing treatments. it was so inspiring to me to watch him sing. if HE could sing it (and it was clear by watching that he meant it), then surely i could take confidence that God would get me through whatever i was facing.

today we sang the song again, and in my prenatal state, was again moved to tears thinking about his journey through and to where we are today (last i knew Mr. Ron was doing pretty well). and so i was quite grateful that we can celebrate even the valleys we walk through. it was good to know that Mr. Ron had a God to cling to, a hope.

some folks i know are really struggling with some hard stuff. real darkness. one of those issues that takes your soul and holds it down and beats on it for a while, all the while screaming at you that you’ll never get back up. i’m not sure of what their faith in God looks like, but i think right now they’re struggling just to know that the sun will actually rise and set each day – trusting in an unseen being to get them through is quite a stretch. and so i was really sad because i don’t know that they could sing the same song as Mr. Ron with the same confidence.

and then i was sad for those of us who know of the struggle and are walking onward. i think of her mom… her mom is one of those faithful that could sing this song with complete confidence if she were facing cancer, but when it comes to one of her children, it’s hard to sing with the same gusto. it’s almost like you can trust God with your own soul, but trusting Him with one of your beloved? for some reason it’s much harder.

it’s really hard to watch someone walk through the valley. it’s harder when they don’t cling to hope. so sometimes, these songs don’t make sense. i feel like there are several people walking through this valley with them- and many of us have a hope of something better – but it just doesn’t seem to be helping. and though i know God won’t let go of me, i feel like shouting, “but what about them?! that’s who you need to hold on to!”

it’s a big thing to come through one of those trials of life and still stand. i’m currently tempted to say that it’s an even bigger thing to watch (and support) someone navigate a crisis of life and have enough faith to get you through. sometimes i wonder – while my faith is big enough for me, is it big enough to hold everyone i love?

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one of those days. or 2.

while we thought H was much better after sunday’s hiccup of sickness, it turns out – not so much. tuesday night there was some puking, so mommy stayed home on wednesday. it was an all-day cuddle-fest. and it’s just not right to contaminate a good babysitter’s house (i want her to keep me, you know), so i was home today as well. the kiddo was back among the living – toddling around a bit, playing with this or that, but still not 100%. he definately required more attention (and holding) than his normal life.

while it’s always nice to get a break from work and not be the sick one, on the other hand… them’s a couple of loooong days. so much so that i had to go get dairy queen tonight. well, DQ was the result of several incidents: JE mentioned that there would be a DQ cake at the birthday party on saturday; my kid was much happier in a moving vehicle; i’m pregnant and i get at least one of those indulgences per pregnancy (last time it was pancakes at 9 pm). i must say, a good georgia mud fudge can make a day brighter.

i’m sure it’s different when the kid is happy, playing and not so dependent. i’m sure it’s different when it’s above freezing out and you can get outside. i’m sure it’s different when it’s not a thursday and you could at least go to the LIBRARY. but if it’s not different, i don’t think i could do the stay at home thing all day, every day. my friends are currently avoiding my phone calls because i’m chatting their ears off, simply because i’ve had no real interaction. CSI is a good show, but there’s no real back-and-forth to the conversation. they talk but don’t listen.

however, i’ve also been around a few friends to know i don’t think i could do the gone at work thing all day, every day. the rush rush of the mornings and then the repeat performance around dinner – i get tired of it. i don’t love doing dishes and laundry right before bed because we don’t have clean underwear or forks.

i also don’t think i’d be very good at working-from-home while the kids are around. i mean, when do you shower??? i finally get a moment and i’m rushing to the computer to check email and get things done, but yet i still smell. and i have to get dinner in the oven. again, perhaps it’s different when the kids are able to entertain themselves for 10 minutes.

all this to say: there’s no such thing as perfection. the ideal is that you’re fully engaged in what you’re doing at the moment – be it work or tending to kids. and if you’re lucky enough to have a job that allows you to work some of the time while being home some of the time, then maybe you ought not complain about it too much and appreciate its benefits. you can look forward to the days among adults and also look forward to time with the kids. with the right perspective, maybe you’ll even appreciate it as you’re enjoying it.

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