Showing posts from May, 2019

Let Your Love Overflow

Being a youth worker means you can hear and run into just about anything you could imagine; sometimes even things you would never think possible. I like to think that I have the whole thick skin/soft heart thing down pretty good given my past experiences. Yet I had a moment last week where my heart just broke in two for a young woman. Turns out my skin wasn’t quite thick enough.

What led to me feeling so deeply for her was the fact that I myself am now a parent. And without going into the details of her story, I just couldn’t even begin to imagine how a parent could not show the care or love to their child that they need- it’s completely foreign to me. It’s a concept that I can’t grasp, especially as it doesn’t speak into my experience with parents, and man does that make me lucky, as it seems like growing up in a loving home goes against the norm.

Not only was this foreign to me in my time growing up with my Mom and Dad, but it goes completely against what I’m experiencing now with …

The Sweet in Bittersweet

This has been a newsletter I have avoided writing. It is a bittersweet moment as I share with you the news that my hours have been cut down to 16 hours - roughly 2 days - a week. Before, I was at four days and hoping to increase from there. However, with the loss of a big donation in January and not being able to raise enough funds, I have instead reduced my hours.

Moving to Abbotsford last summer and driving back and forth has been tough. Working within the community and living further away makes it difficult to feel connected. Next year, my husband and I are planning on moving to a property almost in Chilliwack. With that knowledge, I knew I would reduce my hours and look for part time work close to my new place while continuing with Langley as much as I could. Yet this came a lot quicker than I had expected.

So what does this look like for me? I am not totally sure. This is the first time in a long time where I have had to look into my future and ask God what my next steps should …

The Gift of Presence

As the year goes by and my relationships with youth grow, I always try to convince myself that it will get easier over time to hear their hard stories. Yet the last few weeks have proven once again that this isn’t the case, and maybe that’s not a bad thing.

I feel that over time, I’ve started to recognize how normal grief, loss, and toxic situations are for our younger generation. I make a very conscious effort to prevent myself from becoming numb to the hurt in our society, even though I hear new stories of the same old hurt that comes to our young friends.

A youth walked up to me and asked to go for a walk (going for walks seems to be a staple in my work). As we were walking she says to me “ I just needed some space to walk and think” and I replied with the usual      “What have you been thinking about”. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said “One of my best friends was murdered a few years ago, and I just found out how she was murdered this week. I can’t stop thinking ab…