It’s been a long summer. A long and full summer. A long and full and amazing summer. Mostly because I got to spend 5 of the 10 weeks with awesome middle-schoolers.
That’s right: “middle-schoolers” and “awesome” – all in the same paragraph, same sentence, same phrase.
The reactions I get to spending half my summer with middle-schoolers range from eye-rolls to offers of sympathy. The reactions I get to the fact that I spent half my summer with middle-schoolers – and loved every single second of it – range from disbelief to concern to condolences, as though there’s a direct and quantifiable connection between my love for middle-schoolers and my impending mental demise.
To which I say: phooey.
And phooey again.
Middle-schoolers are simply delightful beyond words, and if I could bundle them all up and bring them home with me, I would (though that would require a pretty big supply of Axe and neon nail polish).
To every middle-schooler I met this summer: thank you for being you.
And to every middle-school doubter out there: you don’t know what you’re missing. Fact.
Have so enjoyed your posts! Thanks for sharing! Martha Causey Capernaum Mission Wide Committee
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Thanks Martha. Besides the 5 weeks of Wyldlife, there was a week of YoungLives and a week of hosting at Castaway when Capernaum campers attended. So sweet. We reunited with some Capernaum friends we’d met a few years ago at camp, danced on the beach with them, laughed and cried with transparently honest souls, and were reminded of just how sweetly precious God’s creation is and how deep is His love for every miraculous and wondrous soul. It was a very very good summer.
I think maybe your education has infected your thinker. However I do enjoy your joy.
You might be right. Or maybe middle-schoolers really are just that much better than a PhD.
Could that be, really be?