I'm trying to think of topics to write on that don't have something to do with my sweet husband, my awesome teens, my times with Jesus, or food.
Those are, afterall, my loves.
They are (almost) all I think about.
That either makes me:
A. a weirdo.
C. super committed.
D. all of the above.
But I'm strangely ok with that.
Ignoring all of my inhibitions about my obsessive need to talk about my four biggest loves,
I will share with you my experience at high school today.
Once each week Kevin and I stop into the local high school where a majority of our teens attend and have lunch.
Well, we don't actually have lunch.
I could never eat in 20 minutes.
Geeze, there has to be some rule about getting more than 20 minutes for lunch--which includes standing in massive lunch lines.
That's just unhealthy.
My rants aside, this morning I whipped up a batch of my awesome chocolate chip cookies and headed off to school.
We got there in a hurry of hustle and bustle and schedule changes as it's homecoming Friday.
As we walked into the lunchroom crowded with 400 teenagers, we see exuberant waves coming from the other end of the cafeteria.
There were our girls!
They ran up and hugged me.
They were thrilled as they are each week.
That is such an amazing feeling.
The cookies were gobbled in three seconds flat and we managed to invite a few brand new kids to our Friday night outreach event.
They seemed stoked.
I loved being embraced--emotionally and physically.
And hearing them say, "I love you, Mel"--even the new girls--is such a salve to my soul.
Now, off we go to spend 8 more hours with these teenagers.