God knows your broken heart.The Lord redeems a loyal servant.Take refuge in your God.
On Saturday, we had the junior high mini-mission. Junior high kids from around the northland gathered from 9 til 5pm Mass. The day was filled with some social time for the kids, time to go out to different sites to serve others in the community, then coming back together to process it all. Over all, it was a pretty good day. There was just one small problem - one of my kids. Big pain for the entire day! I realize that sometimes, I exaggerate these things, but I’m serious this time - the entire day. For the most part, it was bearable. Near the end of the day is when it became hard.
He was bored, and thus did not want to participate. I took him aside to talk a little bit, and I learned a lot about him. Apparently, he doesn’t like being nice to people. The only thing he really got out of the day was that he tried to hit on this “really hot girl” and she wasn’t going for it. He hated me because I was always mean to him - taking his cell phone (after letting him know he couldn’t have it about 10 times) and taking away food before Mass because of the fasting. He thought the fasting was so people didn’t leave to poop during Mass, and that was stupid. The three hours of his life when he does “Church stuff” is the worst time of his life. After we chatted a bit about all these things, he went back in and was fine - until Mass started. I used to think junior high kids were old enough to sit in Mass and pay attention. I was proven wrong. Before the readings started, he left to blow his nose and never returned. I stepped out at one point to make sure he didn’t run away. And spent the rest of Mass talking with God.
I have no idea how to help this kid! None! No matter what I said to him that day helped - in fact, at times, it made things worse. Multiple times throughout Mass (and right now too actually), I just felt like crying. I mean, my job is to help these kids, my psych degree should help me even more. And with this one I’m failing, and no idea how to do better. And God knows all this - points at Mass, the readings, the homily, the songs on the way back to the Chapel, the songs on the way home - they kept pointing to this issue. So God knows and He tried to be a little comforting Saturday night. But right now, comfort does not give me the answers I need to help him.
Dear Jesus, You know this kid way better than I do. And I’m sure You know how much help he really needs. Please help me to figure out exactly what I need to do to help him!
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