I don't care....

death to a parents ears
I...don't...care...
bam...bam...bam...
A hammer on nails
piercing, tearing, splitting, wedging,
fastening new things onto existing structures
whether you want them or not...
I...don't....care...
......but what about?....
I... don't....care...
..don't you want to do what is right?...
I...don't...care...
.....really? then why are there tears in your eyes?

The words hurt so bad
that it takes awhile to see past them
into the eyes that plead acceptance
yearning for freedom,
yet craving the security of familiarity
The same eyes that peered over a blanket,
peeked around the corner,
twinkled with laughter as you sat in a box,
the dryer,
the cabinet
waiting for the right moment to pop out.
Eyes that searched for me in a crowd,
widened with anticipation as you saw things that were new,
or that brimmed with unshed tears
over the little hurts and frustrations,
Eyes that closed at night
confident that all would be well in the morning.

May these same eyes be open
to how much God cared.
May you see his grace,
mercy, and the freedom that he offers
then, maybe, the I...don't....care...
can be replaced with His truth,
and you will hear him whisper in the dark,
in the new places that you've never been,
through the tulmultuous times that are ahead,
within the stark reality of life...
"I care"...
and you'll realize... that you do too.

I'm back....

After a few months of not blogging because of technical difficulties, suddenly, I find myself able to access this site...go figure.

We just got back from a week of camp that was probably one of the top 10 experiences of my life. I know it was supposed to be a time of growth for the kids, but my heart was so touched by so many aspects of that I hardly know where to begin.

Immersion vs. sprinkling....the kids were totally saturated with the word. Between organized quiet times, corporate worship, family group, prayer gatherings, and youth group times, they were getting it through all different mediums all throughout the day. They were able to see other youth leaders, and kids from all over the southeast putting their faith into practice. I think that just knowing they are not alone is a huge boost. There were fun times sprinkled throughout the day as well...swimming, rec, secret agent gummy men, games, naps, and such, and that just added to the feeling of comradary.
So, we're home...my prayer is that the fire that was fanned at camp will continue to burn uncontrollably in the lives of everyone that was there. As for me, I was energized by the immersion as well as by their response.