Lord, You catch me when I’m falling
There is a new youth minister in the northland. She came to our last meeting and was overwhelmed with all the stuff the other parishes have going on. She’s only going to be handling the junior high youth. But she’s nervous because this program is basically being started from scratch because in the past there wasn’t much success. She was afraid no one would show up. I felt her pain. After the meeting (that, unfortunately, she had to leave early), I sent her an email introducing myself again and offering any help. I also explained the problems I’ve had in the past with attendance and how you just can’t let that get you down.
It got me thinking about the path this youth ministry program has taken the past year. There were some times where I honestly shouldn’t have made it through. Some times when I should have been knocking on Fr’s door saying, “I can’t do this anymore, I quit.” But I didn’t. The thought didn’t even go through my brain. God always stuck with me and always helped me through everything. And while, at the time, I didn’t really agree with having zero participants, I realize it was the best thing for me. Having a smaller group allowed me to get to know the teens I have better. It has forced me to continually strive to make a better youth ministry program - more organized, more fun, more informed parents, etc. And while I still feel like I’m falling, God’s still walking with me. And every once and a while, He hears my cries to get more people and ambushes me with a ton of people - like at my last event on Sunday.
Thank you God, for knowing that what I wanted wasn’t right. Thank you for saying not yet to those prayers. God, thank you also for those hoist the trophy moments. Those moments when I can look at my ministry or my Confirmation group and see that I’m not a complete failure.
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