today, in this moment, my staff is dead asleep & i am happily awake. for these things we give thanks.
camp is two weeks in, and already brimming with stories. a lot of them are riddled with grace and infused with mercy. and a few of them have been demanding in ways that have pushed us all to the thresholds. the first weekend off, i slept over 24 hours in a 48 hour period. I'm not even sure that i did that after surgery.
but its what i signed up for. its what i love. come, bring your weathered soul, bring your mess. we will sit and maybe walk. i will not fix, but i will pray. i will listen, mostly i think. and thats what the last 2 weeks were. maybe not directly. maybe it was just the overhearing of the messy parts, and the subsequent addressing of some of those messes.
i laid out my safety net along the way, leaned into those who love me. and we walked, with a ton of prayer because that is my response to not knowing what to do. which is often. and the messy parts were brought to light, where we talked about them and collaborated as a team. we reconciled as we went, instead of walking back to a heaping mountain of unaddressed things. and we did it together.
the community of grace is a funny thing. we walk & wound together. we cry together. and when we work together, it can be such magic. the difficulties did not end, but we learned together about how to choose courage over fear and lean into the new work of today. it is so very well.
