When we moved into our house a lot of things changed, obviously. Now we are responsible for shoveling the snow on our walk in a timely manner and all of our spare time and money ends up at Home Depot.
One thing that really changed was our church congregation. We went from a group of people that we know and loved to a whole gaggle of strangers that we couldn't wait to get to know. At our former address I was asked to take care of a bunch of little girls, aged 8-11 and I loved the chance to be around them.
I guess I've grown over the past 2.5 years because in this new congregation I've been asked to help look after and teach the teen aged girls, ages 12-17.
I remember myself as a teen aged girl, which made me nervous about taking on this responsibility. I was moody and confused and at times pretty rude to the women who selflessly volunteered to organize activities to teach and entertain me. However, after getting to know this particular group of gals I knew there was no way I could say no to them.
In short, they rule.
Last night a friend and I took them to meet someone new. A woman I'd never met but who is currently recovering from cancer in a convalescent home. I knew it may be a little uncomfortable for our girls; dealing with sickness and death is never a really cheery experience. But you know what? They were amazing. So kind and thoughtful. I was so proud of them. It really got me thinking...
...is being "in charge" of them more for me or for them?