My Dream of a Job

Okay so aside from my wonderful business "Life's Little Details" or being an elementary teacher...there is one job that I could do for the rest of my life. God allowing it, I would do it for the rest of my life and be perfectly content. 

This job is FUGE!

 (Some pronounce it "fudge", but they are wrong. It is pronounced "few-ja")

I worked MFuge at North Greenville University in the summer of 2008. It was one of the best summers of my life. Not only did I get the opportunity to be disciple students to be disciple makers themselves, but I also met my future husband there.

The greatest thing I love about MFuge is the impact it makes. I have yet to have seen a student leave without some sort of impact made in their lives. The honesty that MFuge brings about intercity missions is so rewards. Again, I seriously could do it for the rest of my life. 

Camp was exhausting though, and I can understand how you could get burnt out. But I don't think I could have ever gotten tired of my site kids.  

I loved to love on them. I loved hearing their stories, and it broke my heart to leave them every afternoon. But as much as it broke my heart to leave them, it broke my campers hearts as well. By the end of the week my campers were in tears because they hated to leave the kids from site. They knew that they would probably never see these kids again. 

Talk about trying to really get your campers to understand how they are planting seeds, right!?! I had to remind them that they may not see the fruit now, but they have to trust that it will be there. 

As a staffer I was lucky enough to see the fruit of these seed planters at times. But even I would leave after week 8 and know that I just had to trust that God did a work there and that His work would continue to be done. That it would not end with us. 

North Greenville was an amazing place to have MFuge. But in the summer of '09 I was got to be a special teamer in Mobile, AL. (Special teamer's just come in for about a week or two to replace another staffer who needs to be gone or to add to the staff if they are having a ton of groups that week.)

WOW! That is all I can say about this one week. 

My site that week was the Boys and Girls Club. Right smack dab in the middle of the city and probably one of the scariest places I have driven to. I literally wondered to myself if it was even safe for us to get out of the car. Every house had bars on it, broken windows, and every car driving by had what looked like bullet holes on the side of them. 

Oh, but how I will never forget this place. I will never forget Terrell. 

He was only 6 and was not old enough to go into the Girls and Boys club. One of the reasons a lot of the kids from the neighborhood go to it is because they get free lunch. However, because Terrell could not go in (the people who worked it had a good heart but they were sticklers about being the right age before you were allowed to come in) he did not get fed. He also wore the same thing every day, even underwear. He and a lot of the kids walked around the neighborhood freely. No parents around. 

So for Terrell to get lunch he would sit outside the boys and girls club and the kids inside would come outside with a small portion they ripped off of their sandwiches and they would give him sips from their juice box. 

You can imagine to all of our surprise that we were all blown away at the fact that we were in the middle of a city in AMERICA! We were NOT in some third world country and to realize that this happens in our own country floored a lot of my campers. 

Of course, my kids became attached to him. They loved on him so much. But how could you not because he was just so lovable. He could do flips and constantly entertained us with his many back flips. My adult volunteers bought him clothes and shoes. We had to secretly give them to him so the other kids around wouldn't feel left out. we also left him with a bag of lunch ables ha. 

Saying Goodbye to Terrell was heartbreaking. He clung to my neck and cried and asked if we would come back. How do you tell this kid that you were only their to hang out with him for a week and that you will never see him again?

heartbreak at its finest

I will never know what all happened to Terrell after that, but I do know that I have an amazing and powerful God. I know that he has planted that seed in Terrell's life. I know that there will be some kind of fruit that was grown from it. 

I HAVE to have hope in that.

But as my friend Meagan wrote in her blog recently, about Philippians 2:3. We should think of others better than ourselves. I look back on that summer and thought of Terrell as needy in every way possible. But that was less of a reason to love on him and serve him. It should be about him being better than me. I should think of him as better than myself. I love this little boy and I pray that he is doing well. :) 

P.S. Youth of New Covenant....please go to FUGE. You will never forget it and He is present and will change your life.