The Almost Reverend Rambo

 A part of the journey of a youth ministry major is the dreaded internship. Sure it sounds like fun, I mean you spend time telling teens about Jesus, but this is a little more than I bargained for. This summer I started a youth group. Yea you read correctly, I started a youth group. I have no idea why God chose me for this but he did. I'm nothing more than a humble servant that shakes in her boots every time she even thinks about ministry.

This is part of my reflection process and I'm not quite sure what has been happening because it all zoom right past me. Yesterday I looked to my left and right and admired the pew full of teens with my right in the middle. I felt so incredibly at home. I had been so opposed to being a youth minister before this summer and now I think God has either opened my heart to the possibility, or he wants me to be the next octo-mom. Their teen group has gone from 0 to 10 in 7 weeks. I have this unexplainable feeling of love for God and humility before him whenever I think about it.

The teens in the brand spanking new youth group are a hoot and a half. They bring out the creative, funny, loving, and short-fused sides of me. No matter what piece of the Scoshi puzzle they get, they're all so willing to just love (now if only I could get them to love each other.) More updates to come later.