Tuesday, September 25, 2012

I've Got a Peaceful, Easy Feelin'


Center Director training started and it was obvious that everyone was nervous. It was the kind of excitement that wakes you up early in the morning because every day will have a high and a low, a happy or a crappy…simply something to look forward to. To be honest, I was blown away with how much about being on staff I had actually retained. I remembered span width, what R-value of insulation goes where, how to build a truss roof, etc. I mean I definitely had my fair share of material to learn, review and remember, but my confidence slowly build so that I could focus on learning exactly how I was going to become a Center Director. I am going to be completely biased and say my CD class is the best in a long time—we all were so close and we were genuinely seeking opportunity to build each other up. Sessions were long, but the time we had to fellowship with one another made everything more than worth it.
Only a handful of hours later, the Porch was full again with all the First Year and Returning staffers! The reunions, laughter, and what seemed like hour-long hugs were overflowing from the main area of the Porch. FINALLY! We all were back home where we belonged…in the heart of Appalachia about to embark on yet another amazing summer in service. Looking back on it all, every Center Director began looking at the 90 other staffers asking the same question: “Which three will be on MY staff?!” Everyone there was so awesome; I knew I’d be content with anyone on the Porch.
Days became busy with sessions about construction, volunteer relations, family relations, and project and budget management. Some were harder to sit through, others I don’t think my pen could have written any faster as I scurried to get every word in my notes. I wanted to make sure I was on top of my game. I had a new set of responsibilities, as well as personal goals, that I wanted to make sure happened this summer. Needless to say in all the worry and stress I forgot that it’s not about what my plans look like because God’s sovereignty trumps all of it.
That trust was only in the beginning stages of growth, as I travelled with one of my closest CD friends and our Program Manager to county visit day. I don’t know if I was more nervous about driving my PM’s car, or finally seeing where I was about to call home for the next nine weeks. Luckily for me, a blessing God gave me through a friendship last summer, it just so happened she worked (and fell in love with) the town of Mullens the previous summer. So, needless to say, I had already bombarded her with just enough questions to get a tasting of what Mullens was like. I wanted to keep my mind open for the initial impact, so that I could see for myself how much I was going to love this place.
Over nine weeks from that day, to say that I fell in love with Mullens would be an understatement. From the facility manager who I learned how he played the game with, to our sweet and sassy cooks, not to mention the palace we had as our center, I knew that calling this place home was going to come naturally and quickly. The next matter of business before getting the summer rolling was the only thing that remained…my staff.
The day that all of us CDs knew we were finding out our staffs, all attitudes on the Porch were heightened with excitement and nerves. I was anxious…anxious because I didn’t know who I was going to get, if they would like me, if we would be like a family, or if there were going to be some struggles. I am so thankful for the staff I was put with last summer and would not trade any conversation or memory with them for the world, but the idea of a staff family when you are in the “driver’s” seat looks a little different. That night, I think that is when my nerves peaked for this entire process, which is silly because there are clearly so many other things to be stressed about. BUT it just so happens that I literally got paired with the Dream Team: the best three people I could honestly have ever asked and prayed for. My returner was strong and I had known her from the previous summer, and my two new staffers were ones I met at our Staff Applicant Weekend and saw a lot of potential and passion for this place.
The next few days were filled with activities to help my new family bond and get to know each other, as well as sessions to help us get a better grasp of our job responsibilities. We were ready. Ready to begin this adventure together. Ready to get to Mullens and be HOME. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Trading Hills for Mountains

So, the time has finally come. The time when I begin to take a few moments every once in a while and begin putting my reflection of an unforgettable summer into words. “Easier said than done” would be the understatement of the century for my heart and my head right now. To begin, and eventually end, this series of blogs…there is absolutely NO WAY that God is not Holy, living and present throughout my life. His presence was overflowing this summer. I say this because there is literally SO much to be said about this summer, but don’t worry…I’ll be as condensed as possible. I praise God everyday for the opportunities He has given me to live out the passions He has placed on my heart: a deep desire for service and a genuine love for all people. Amen
If someone was to tell me almost a year ago that I would reapply to be a Returning Staffer, get hired as such, and then in March be asked to be a Center Director, I would have laughed in their face. Well…a year later I can successfully and humbly say that each of those events happened, and I could not have asked for it any other way. I have been praying for a while that God continues to give me opportunities that would require my devotion, patience and full trust in Him, but I had no idea that this was what it was going to look like. I thought I had another year to grow and learn on how to become a stronger staffer. Oh no. I had to be the one “in charge” this summer. But as I had seen through different instances in my life, His plan always works out and is sweeter than anything I could come up with on my own. The middle of May rolled around, and I found myself Home…on the Porch in Jonesville, VA with 119 friends about to start the same journey in the mountains.