There are more and more days where I wonder if I’m doing ANY of this right. This Generation (Z) is so different than any other we’ve seen and served before that I constantly question if anything we are doing is really reaching them.
I wonder if they’re really getting it…
I wonder if they’re growing…
I wonder if anything we’re doing is changing any part of their lives…
I wonder if they’re leaving small groups and mission trips and Sunday nights and Sunday Fundays with any sense of purpose and belonging…
…and sometimes I drive myself crazy with the wondering.
…and I KNOW I drive my team crazy with the wondering because I’m constantly saying “scratch that, let’s do it like this,” or “just kidding! They’re saying x, y, and z, so we’re going to address this instead of that,” or something of the like.
And then.
Then there are nights like tonight.
Where 13 sophomore-senior girls cram into my living room on the last night of small groups for the school year and share the deepest most vulnerable parts of their hearts.
Where they say things like:
“I’m so glad for the relationships in this place… they saved my life.”
Or they say “this place helped bring me to healing this year.”
And then I take a really deep breath.
And wipe the hot tears falling down my face.
And Jesus becomes so big and so real time and time again through the eyes of 16 year olds.
Because they trust Him.
If only I did half as much as them.
These girls ARE changing & WILL change the world.
My heart is exploding. 💗
Soli deo Gloria.
To God Alone Be Glory.
💫
