Getting Hands Dirty

Work has been crazy and busy. This week, I finally had my full team back, the first time in two weeks, which made my teaching load back to normal. I am also beginning to feel the impact of being the department supervisor. I must admit it’s very strange to tell people what to do and then have them tell me that they have been told to answer to me. Not sure if I like it yet.

With it come some big responsibilities. Every Monday I attend a 2 ½ hour meeting, reviewing the girls who are up to advance to the next phase, discuss the girls’ requests (usually asking if so and so can come to visitation), and also the home passes for the girls who are about to complete the program.

I love getting to finally know the details of their lives and how I can better serve them and pray for them. I know their lives were tough, have read some of their stories and talked with them personally but to hear the family side excites me (yet sadden me of course.) It excites me because I feel like I’m back in my social worker days that I do miss from time to time but glad that my focus is just the girl.

I have had some awesome individuals with 3girls who will graduate in a short 3 weeks. I can almost cry. There’s a lot of work to be done with several of the girls. They have a lot of doubts if God really loves them or if they are forgiven. They base their whole worth on their performance (sounds familiar) and believe that God will throw them in hell just because they didn’t do things right or perfect, even if they have accepted Jesus as their Savior.

There’s a lot of work and sadly I have only a few weeks to chat with them but thankfully God has the whole rest of their lives. I’m so relieved that He does all the hard work and He’s the One who is responsible for the transformation. I’m just responsible to be the planter and sower and once in a while I get to be a part of the harvest. I love that God lets me join Him in His "getting hands dirty in the lives of troubled girls work."