Ministry, Work, Love, and Life

Hehe. Class went well today. No problems with kids, got to speak one on one with one of the parents, who is my age with a six year old. The service wentinto serious overtime, so I had the kids get together with me and pray for some family stuff, and had time to pray for each one of them and myself. We also prayed for my cousin’s spiritual well-being. This was a first-time deal for one of the kids, which made it an awesme experience for me.

  I also got a paper for other means of employment and managed to get up early to make breakfast for the family. When I went to church, I started a conversation with one of the elder members about what I’m going thru with God. In the course of conversations, others frequently join in, which is no problem. Anyway, I was at the part where I generally say my piece and get weird looks, when she finished my sentence. The other person was looking at us like we were crazy, but we were on the same page.

The statement I started was ” Ya know when you’re on the verge of getting deeper with God, and you’re not really sure what’s next…” She finished…”and you get kinda excited and scared, and kinda emotional, and that?”. For a split second, I was 12 again, standing next to Erin, scheming together about getting out of the trailer park. Doing something so great, so big, that involved all of our friends, and doing good for everyone.

  Because that’s who we were, “The twins who weren’t twins”. Now, I remember, that’s what they called us. We were always hurting each other with our bottle rockets, and,as young girls do, giving away each other’s secrets at the worst moments, to the people who used it against us later on. We were so alike in heart, but in head and determiination, she was so much more deliberate. She always knew how to work a situation, where I would watch in awe.

  I miss my girl. We went thru so much together, and her 28th birthday just passing, makes me feel I should be doing something that would have made her proud of me. Something so like her, so in-your-face, that she would throw her head back and laugh, as if she had done it herself. Fairchild’s have always held back a part of themselves, only for other dreamers. You just know when you’re in their midst. Like a unicorn or a leprechaun, you may have seen it, but maybe it was just your imagination.

   If ever I had a partner in crime{sigh}. Anyway, I shouldn’t linger here much longer, as I have to work tonight and I need a nap.