Getting on a Bus

Tomorrow afternoon, about sixty of these oh-so-normal teenagers and a dozen leaders are getting on a bus to head up to winter retreat. It should be amazing and ridiculous and full of more strange games than I have played in a few years. ("Toss the Candle" and "Sit There While Warren Throws a Pen at Your Face" don't quite count.)

Of course, as per normal, there a billion and one things that need to get done in between now and then...packing, work, a meeting about more social justice stuff, cleaning the disaster that has become my apartment before my mom has a chance to see it, getting cabin things ready, the rest of my mommy's birthday, and writing a breakout session for during retreat - on, of course, social justice and its reality in our lives.

I think that God must have taken me seriously all of those times that I said that I worked best under last minute deadlines. The call asking if I would teach a breakout session came today, on the way to my mom's birthday lunch!

Quite frankly, I'm just excited about the weekend - and about the girls who are going to be in my cabin. If God does half of the things in their lives that I am expecting Him to, it will be an incredible way to have spent all of our time.