J.M.J.A.T.K.G
This past weekend was one of the busiest I've had in a long time but it's also one of my favorite weekends.
On Friday night I was scheduled to do two hours of Adoration for a Koinonia retreat held at my alma mater. I've been apart of this retreat in a big way for most of my college life. In fact, the only time I wasn't on the leadership team was when I was a candidate my freshman year. So handing over the reins was no easy task. What made it even harder was that this was the smallest team we've ever had and the largest candidate pool. I volunteered myself to one of the directors many times but she said she didn't want to take me away from my other engagement for the weekend. So I settled for a two hour adoration slot. (A HUGE part of this retreat is that we have perpetual adoration)
I felt restless for the first few minutes of adoration as I saw my director friend rushing around all stressed out. I soon turned my focus to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. A rush of peace came over me and I didn't want to leave. I realized that the torch had been passed and that my only job now was to pray. How lucky was I?!
I also realized that a huge part of discernment was to pray- again I'm a lucky girl!
After an hour of prayer the chapel got busier as we had to pray "in" the team members giving talks and pray "out" the ones that were finished with their talks.
When my two hour slot came to a close I said good-bye to everyone and drove 40 minutes back to my parents house. When I got there I quickly ate dinner and went to bed because I had to be up at 4am for next favorite event...Deer Hunt for the Disabled.
I've Been volunteering for DHD for seven years and always come back grateful that I have two legs to walk on. This hunt is for disabled hunters that aren't physically able to hunt without a lot of assistance. Plus, it helps control the deer population. I have to be at the "base camp' in the middle of nowhere Missouri at 5am so I can meet up with my team, load up all of our hunters and get them out before sunrise. (It always amazes me that all of us can get out all 35 hunters- many who can't walk- out in their deer stands in less than an hour.)
Everyone is split up in teams of five or six adults and a couple of kids- with each team we usually have four or five hunters that we assist. I've always been with the same team so it's always like a family reunion each year. After we get all of our hunters out we sit and wait...and wait...and wait. While waiting we sit and catch up on hunting stories and everything that has happened during the year.
This year it wasn't until almost sunset that we got the call that a hunter killed two deer. Usually a tracking team will find the deer for us but they were busy- it was up to us to find both deer at night and get the hunter out of his stand. I love to track deer- my team calls me "high tracker" because one year I found four deer without the tracking team. But this year we had three young boys with us tracking so being the only female my motherly instincts kicked in.
Instead of tracking the deer I was tracking the boys tracking the deer.
I saw it as a prefect opportunity to teach them how it was done. As we got out in the field and followed the trail the boys got more and more anxious. We finally found the deer and the boys got so excited! It was bitter sweet because to think that I couldn't say I found the deer by myself but it was great to pass along the skill. It's the one reason we have young kids follow us around- so we can pass passion of DHD to future generations.
So. In less than 24 hours I passed on two torches that were a huge part of my life. One taught me how to lead and one taught me to have appreciation for nature and two working legs.
However, another chapter in my life is just starting to write itself. It's exciting and scary yet it's like I knew this would happen all along. Stay tuned.
This past weekend was one of the busiest I've had in a long time but it's also one of my favorite weekends.
On Friday night I was scheduled to do two hours of Adoration for a Koinonia retreat held at my alma mater. I've been apart of this retreat in a big way for most of my college life. In fact, the only time I wasn't on the leadership team was when I was a candidate my freshman year. So handing over the reins was no easy task. What made it even harder was that this was the smallest team we've ever had and the largest candidate pool. I volunteered myself to one of the directors many times but she said she didn't want to take me away from my other engagement for the weekend. So I settled for a two hour adoration slot. (A HUGE part of this retreat is that we have perpetual adoration)
I felt restless for the first few minutes of adoration as I saw my director friend rushing around all stressed out. I soon turned my focus to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. A rush of peace came over me and I didn't want to leave. I realized that the torch had been passed and that my only job now was to pray. How lucky was I?!
I also realized that a huge part of discernment was to pray- again I'm a lucky girl!
After an hour of prayer the chapel got busier as we had to pray "in" the team members giving talks and pray "out" the ones that were finished with their talks.
When my two hour slot came to a close I said good-bye to everyone and drove 40 minutes back to my parents house. When I got there I quickly ate dinner and went to bed because I had to be up at 4am for next favorite event...Deer Hunt for the Disabled.
I've Been volunteering for DHD for seven years and always come back grateful that I have two legs to walk on. This hunt is for disabled hunters that aren't physically able to hunt without a lot of assistance. Plus, it helps control the deer population. I have to be at the "base camp' in the middle of nowhere Missouri at 5am so I can meet up with my team, load up all of our hunters and get them out before sunrise. (It always amazes me that all of us can get out all 35 hunters- many who can't walk- out in their deer stands in less than an hour.)
Everyone is split up in teams of five or six adults and a couple of kids- with each team we usually have four or five hunters that we assist. I've always been with the same team so it's always like a family reunion each year. After we get all of our hunters out we sit and wait...and wait...and wait. While waiting we sit and catch up on hunting stories and everything that has happened during the year.
This year it wasn't until almost sunset that we got the call that a hunter killed two deer. Usually a tracking team will find the deer for us but they were busy- it was up to us to find both deer at night and get the hunter out of his stand. I love to track deer- my team calls me "high tracker" because one year I found four deer without the tracking team. But this year we had three young boys with us tracking so being the only female my motherly instincts kicked in.
Instead of tracking the deer I was tracking the boys tracking the deer.
I saw it as a prefect opportunity to teach them how it was done. As we got out in the field and followed the trail the boys got more and more anxious. We finally found the deer and the boys got so excited! It was bitter sweet because to think that I couldn't say I found the deer by myself but it was great to pass along the skill. It's the one reason we have young kids follow us around- so we can pass passion of DHD to future generations.
So. In less than 24 hours I passed on two torches that were a huge part of my life. One taught me how to lead and one taught me to have appreciation for nature and two working legs.
However, another chapter in my life is just starting to write itself. It's exciting and scary yet it's like I knew this would happen all along. Stay tuned.
