Saturday, August 22, 2009

I can't think of a good title to save my life. I'm just TOO tired.

Even if most of y'all have never done anything as bad as what I did Thursday -- except for maybe Skoots (I am so glad your dog lived!) -- you sure did make me smile as I read your comments. Unfortunately our guest isn't a big fan of chocolate so no bribes possible with that, Heidi, but I'll definitely try the Cuban pork, Sara!

The Cuban pork will have to wait, though, as my menu for the rest of the week was already set due to the large group of people I'm feeding all day, every day, for five days. Most of them strapping young men who can seriously put away the food. I've had enough with some left over every meal, but not much.

I'd planned on serving up any and all leftovers tonight but there isn't enough so we're having pizza instead. We bought freshly made ready-to-bake pizzas from the deli and will just doctor 'em up a little.

Ready-to-bake anything makes me happy. Because I'm feeling all of my fifty years today. We haven't eaten supper until almost midnight the last two nights, up bright and early each morning, and no time for naps between. I said the other day that this was the busiest week since conference. I'd like to amend that because this is BUSIER than conference. Trying to keep up with all these young whipper snappers (figured I should talk like the age I feel) has about wore me out.

I have one hour right now and then it's back up-and-at-'em. A youth meeting at 8 p.m., followed by what I hope will be dinner by 10 p.m. which would get me into bed by midnight instead of just sitting down to supper. Skoots, I know you've pulled some all-nighters with your young people. HOW IN THIS WORLD DID YOU DO IT? It has been a few years since Ivan was a youth pastor and I'd blissfully forgotten the energy and stamina that make the young resemble Energizer bunnies -- they just keep going and going and going...

Maybe I should up that iron to two a day.

Aside from the sheer exhaustion, it's been a good week (discounting the humiliating experience from Thursday. But I'm going to follow Lid's advice and put it OUT OF MY MIND. It is over. It is done. Can't take it back.) Such a blessing to see young people on fire for God and willing to pour themselves into the lives of others. They've been a huge encouragement to us and to our co-workers. Some of the leaders weren't able to get here due to a bus strike but that just made the Bible Institute students step up to the plate and they've done a great job of organizing games and activities for children and teens on the costanera.

Some cultural differences that I want to tell you about later, but I just don't have enough time right now. It's been a stretching experience in some ways. Stretching is good. Although I just yawned and stretched big enough to pull a muscle I think. Would appreciate your prayers as we will be busy, busy, busy right up through Sunday night.

Now it's time to go doctor some pizzas before the youth meeting.

3 comments:

skoots1mom said...

a POST I WROTE ON APRIL 4, 2008

DEDICATED TO: tired Moms, weary Teachers, worn-out Counselors, ever-giving Mentors, energetic, Christ-centered Pastors-- who struggled this past week...finally have Spring Break to recuperate before the last blast of the school year.

Picture Christ at God's right hand, interceding on our behalf ... unworthy, all.

"Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,
Weary, I know it, of the press and throng,
Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil,
And in My quiet strength again be strong.
"Come ye aside from all the world holds dear,
For converse which the world has never known,
Alone with Me, and with My Father here,
With Me and with My Father not alone.

"Come, tell Me all that ye have said and done,
Your victories and failures, hopes and fears.
I know how hardly souls are wooed and won:
My choicest wreaths are always wet with tears.
"Come ye and rest; the journey is too great,
And ye will faint beside the way and sink;
The bread of life is here for you to eat,
And here for you the wine of love to drink.
"Then fresh from converse with your Lord return,
And work till, daylight softens into even:
The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn
More of your Master and His rest in Heaven."

STREAMS poem, C. Spurgeon

May He give you an extra special rest tonight, from all your labor, JubiSista!

2Thinks said...

I wish I was there doing the work you are doing- with you. I will be free to do that in 9 months when Fash graduates. How 'bout it?

I am completely paralyzed at the thought of cooking for crowds, but I can talk their heads off while others cook.

I can't wait to hear more on this, when you've recovered.

sara said...

I'm with Heidi!! I will come down and do your cooking!!! :) I think between 3 of us we might have enough combined energy to get you through the week!!!

It made me tired just reading it all!!