This week, I received the most frightening email I think I’ve ever read:
Yep. My girl’s moving up to the youth group at church.
We’ve been talking about the shift that’s looming, asking Cami what she thinks about it. Mostly, she just shrugs her shoulders, which usually means she either doesn’t know what she thinks, or she doesn’t know what we’re wanting her answer to be. Tonight at dinner, I think we determined that she doesn’t know what to expect from youth group, so she’s not sure what to think. She’s more like her dad when it comes to handling unknown expectations: they look forward to the adventure, and they’ll decide what they think about it when they get into the middle of it.
I wish I looked at unknown expectations that way. I tend to invent terrible scenarios in my head and expect the worst, guaranteeing that the actual experience can only be better than what I’ve imagined. I’m still working on changing that tendency.
My middle school experience (we called it “junior high school” back then) composes some of my most painful memories. That doesn’t mean this season will be painful for Cami. As my sweet friend Holly reminded me a few weeks back, Cami is not me. Her life path is already drastically different than mine was at her age, if for no other reason than she’s homeschooled.
Y’all please pray for us in the month of June. Our little family will be navigating some hidden, but huge, changes. And this momma is apprehensive and excited, terrified and hopeful, all in the same breath.
Counting on Jesus and expecting great things from Him,