I may soon be moving into the never fixed realm of “taboo”, but that’s the way it is. Last evening was perhaps the most fun I’ve had on a Wednesday evening in memory. It wasn’t spent watching a movie, partying, writing, or God forbid, working. I went to Royal Rangers for the first time in over two months. It’s amazing how much I missed it and how good it was to be back.
I can’t say that it was always like this. Some days, I didn’t want to go at all. I wanted to curl up in as many blankets as I owned and sleep for hours. I wanted to read a book so that I wouldn’t have to right before a class. I wanted to continue playing a boardgame that takes hours just to set up.
Truly, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. You wake up and find something missing. I know this is completely clique, but sometimes things become clique because they can’t be put any better way. I made a tough decision to put my education above Rangers and other things this semester, and I still second guess myself at times, especially when I’m sitting through the most boring coaching class I’ve ever taken. It happens to be on Wednesday nights and I’m sure that has something to do with it.
So now that it’s gone for a semester, what did I have? Well, I had boys I’d watched grow up since they were in Kindergarden. They’d become like sons to me. I’d had fun with them, played sports with them, taught them bible stories and survival skills, and occasionally disciplined them. I’d become a important part of their lives and vice versa. They still mob me when they see me and try to play on me like a jungle gym.
I’m just so glad I was able to return, if only for a day, so that I could “check in on them”. It turned out the Royal Rangers and Missionettes programs were shorthanded yesterday, so the fact that I could be a blessing in that way was awesome as well. I probably won’t take that for granted anytime soon.
BTW-> As you can probably guess, this isn’t one of the three posts that have piled up on me. <~_~>