Day seven of eight. Oh my goodness. And it’s over.
That leaves one day. The goodbye party.
Camp was hectic.
For activity time I had them make cards for whichever camp friends they chose. It was so rushed. I had two kids for most of activity time and then suddenly with five minutes left the rest flooded in from having completed either time outs or homework. So when they came in I told them they could make a quick card. They didn’t have enough time.
Happens a lot eh… Often we don’t have enough time.
At least that’s what it feels like.
This morning there was a deelimajigger for the two downtown supervisors. Both of whom I’ve worked with actually.
When we were sharing memories of downtown one staff member, Peter, commented on our Celebration earlier this year. Our kids were singing an amazing song, only three had come that night. I had sat in the crowd during practice watching as they sang so quietly you couldn’t even hear them. Finally I couldn’t stand it and asked Peter if I could go kneel in front of them, like I’d always done in practice. When I did the volume rose and their amazing little voices were heard.
He commented on how my presence made all the difference. Each of our presences in downtown has made a difference.
It was nice, but it hurt. I won’t be there anymore.
These last two weeks I’ve been trying my best to slowly back up. Step away from the stage so to say. So that they’ll be able to sing their loudest and best without me right there with them. I’ve told them to look inside… Not to themselves… But to the Holy Spirit who’s ever present in so many of them.
Pray Pray Pray for our goodbye party tomorrow!