Just back off and let me rant and rave and stomp the crud out my proverbial soap box. Seriously, there's nothing to see here.
I feel like roadkill.
I took a load of teenagers on a youth ski trip this past weekend. I seem to run towards that sort of thing while other people see it as martyrdom and just plain crazy. Maybe. But weekends like that always sprout new inside jokes, stories that will be retold so many times they become youth group legends and forge little bonds that may've never existed otherwise. I even managed to have a quiet, personal Jesus moment that was a beautiful thang. I live for stuff like that.
But then in a split second the rug gets yanked out from under me. I'm finding out about things that went on under my nose and behind my back and I feel my heart getting heavy, my trust crumbling and my confidence shaken. So if you're still reading this ... sorry for the train wreck. It's not my usual modus operandi (how 'bout that $25 word!) Anyway, just throw me up in there in your prayers. I'm still sorting things out. Asking questions. Pilfering through several variations of the truth. Wondering all the while how stupid do they really think I am?
And just for the record, I'll still run towards 'em.
they force immorality to be discreet.
~Judith Martin
Throwing a few soggy ones up on your behalf---as they say here it sounds as if there was a bit of "drama" surrounding the weekend and you know --what would a youth trip be without that?? But as the "responsible" person (and I use that term lightly here) I totally understand if you found out things that disappointed you or whatever. I have full confidence in you and like I said--am throwing some up on your behalf! Love ya, mean it!
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