Today is our middle school retreat.
I have feelings of being picked last on the playground. After all, as much as i love them i am not cool. I’m T-shirt & cardigan leggings wearing dork. I mean yeah, i got sweet snacks and games but i don’t know about shoes or music outside of Stevie wonder and EWF.
I’ll manage and what i don’t have in cool I’ll make up in hugs.
Because as much as I’m nervous or my insecurities try to rear their very ugly heads, God says I’m His. He loves me and made me to love.
Teenagers are pretty much like anyone else, they want authentic people in their lives, they want to be loved, and they want to be fed. I got that. (I’m giving myself a pep talk).
It’s gonna be a great weekend. Pray for us all please.
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