Youth Ministry In A Phanny Pack

I promise that I will never clutter anyone’s dashboard with useless garb just to get (or maintain) followers.
The purpose of this blog is to acknowledge God wherever He is working in my life…which is EVERYWHERE!
So this is my promise to those of you who do read my blog:
I will only blog about things that will ultimately give God glory.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
-Shawna 

Ever since graduating college 22 days ago I have been living half in the garage and half in my 17yr old brothers room.
Both my Head Youth Pastor boss-man and Head Pastor have been asking around the church for an available room for me. And tonight a friend of my mom’s called me! The greatest thing about this house is not just the HUGE answer to prayer, but that it is located in the town that I work at (both the church and Domino’s). So instead of driving an hour to-and-from everywhere, I will be right there! Not just saving time but GAS too!

AHHH!
God is so GOOD! 

Well…I was heading to work around 10 and along my way I
1. ran into traffic, there is a 3-car fatality at the base of mt. woodson (internet says 4 people died)
2. called my mom to tell her I was being re-routed on some sketch road and I needed her help getting down the hill
3. called Domino’s to tell them I was going to be late because of said re-routing
4. had a call on the other line & answered…my boss told me that HE misread the schedule and I don’t work until 5.


dang.

I misread the schedule.
I work TODAY at 11 and tomorrow at 5.
Welp. Good thing my church hours are flexible. 

tomorrow.
Going to dedicate a majority of my day to working on some stuff for the youth group.
I’m pumped.

…and then go work a night shift at Domino’s.
not too jazzed about that. 

Ohh, swoon.

Guard your heart, Shawna.
Guard your heart.

Gaaah.
My oldest and long-term crush was at an event I went to this weekend.
He called me beautiful.
& then hot…twice.

We (I am talking in third person again, oh geez) are okay, everything is FINE.
Shawna is just freaking out for no reason.
…I mean, he only just texted me. 

Here’s the thing:
1. It has been quite awhile since we have last seen each other.
2. In jr high/high school he was the sweetest thing but I am almost positive that he never felt the same way.
3. Going off to college we have both changed, he—for instance, involved a fraternity. I went to a Christian College and only had my first alcoholic beverage ever a week and a half ago.
Odds are, he still loves Jesus…just not at the level I would desire in a future husband.


Look at me, jumping to the future-husband already. SHOOT.

Calm down, Shawna. Calm down. 

My Hume San Diego family.
Probably one of the greatest moments of the entire summer 2011, praying as a team before recreation. 

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:13-14 NIV

with wanting to spend my life in ministry-surrounded by Junior High and High School students, spending every moment in the presence of God.

I really do not understand why the reactions to my answer of “What do you want to do with your life?” always go one of three ways.
1. “Really?” looks of disdain and disappointment…”that’s cool” as they taper off and clearly lose interest in talking to me ever again. Like wanting to make a difference and just loving kids isn’t enough because it isn’t going to be a flattering or high-paying job. Get over yourself and let me be…please.
2. “That’s great!” —the clearly indifferent answer.
& 3. “That is so awesome! Your passion is really inspiring and I can clearly see your excitement. I am so excited for you-doing something meaningful and for the Lord nonetheless!” The genuine answer comes every once in a blue moon. I seldom get these and just want to bask and swim in the moment when they do come my way. 

While I am grateful that you kept me alive during my ride home through some of the thickest fog ever…everyone else is sleeping. And I cannot.
Sincerely, 
Oddly regretful