It’s raining. The cool breeze coming in off of the lake is
both familiar and profoundly new. It reminds me of some things I don’t want to
remember. It shows me how puny I am before its power. The rain is passing and
things seem as they were. I see the rocks. They are unchanged after the pelting
of the wind and rain. It is hard to see if progress is being made in these
kids. Some of their hearts are so hard, and I feel like everything I do and say
is like water trickling down and off of them. How long will it take to soften
their hearts? Who is strong enough to break up these stones? Was Apollos
disheartened as I am by some of the people he watered? Lord, please soften
their hearts. Make Your seed grow in this house. Help me to soften my heart.
Use me as a conduit for your life giving Son. Let us drink of Him that a spring
of water may well up inside of us. Lead us back to the source. Lead us back to
you.
Sorry, I needed to get that all off my chest. I have actually
been able to relax after so many crazy days. The kids started Friday School
yesterday. I’m teaching three of the classes this time: Motion Media
Production, Stage Combat, and Creative Writing. I just hope I’m not getting in
over my head. The group is larger this time, and I’m missing some of the things
I need for Motion Media Production. They seem to be a good group though.
I’ve begun work again on a really old novel of my. I started
the initial idea sometime in middle school. The story has changed over the
years, but I haven’t managed to get it all out on paper yet. For some reason I
can’t quite explain, I really feel I need to finish this book. I’m not going to
let the hobby get in the way of the other things I am doing while I’m here, but
I would like to finish it.
Anyway, I’ve been a little bit melancholy lately. You may
have picked that up in the first paragraph. I look forward to coming home for a
few weeks. My prayer is that I don’t just suffer through my time here but that
I really give it my all. My patience is tested continually, and I find myself
giving out a lot of push-ups. I know, however, that I will miss pouring into
these kids. Even just a few weeks away will be hard. I look forward to seeing
everyone at home.
