The beautiful scenery of Lake Junaluska, NC.
On Friday night they had "Tacky Night". Here are some of our kids in their tacky finest.
Laura, Ashley, and Cindy. Laura made a lot of really good friends while there.
Laura and Ashley.
Laura was called up on stage because she was the "tackiest" from our church. She competed with the other churches, however ended up losing to a guy in a dress.
Mama ducky with her baby duckies on the lake.
There were a few ducks around the lake.
I thought this swan on the lake was so beautiful.
There were a few ducks around the lake.
I thought this swan on the lake was so beautiful.
Jim and I. Also known as Mom and Dad to the kids. They started calling us Mom and Dad after a couple of days and I started calling a couple of them as my surrogate daughters.
This building known as Shackford Hall was where all the worships were held. It was built in 1923 and a beautiful building. I loved the huge columns out front.
This building known as Shackford Hall was where all the worships were held. It was built in 1923 and a beautiful building. I loved the huge columns out front.
There is a cross on a hill that is lit up at night. On Saturday night, all the kids walked up the hill to this cross for a worship service. It was quite an experience that I will remember forever. At the end of the service, we sang "Pass It On" and shouted out "Praise God" at the end, which echoed off the mountains several times. It was so cool.
Picture of all the kids during a worship service. I think there were about 250 teenagers from all over the southeast.
Picture of all the kids during a worship service. I think there were about 250 teenagers from all over the southeast.
The kids during worship.
Jim and Brandt during worship.
Our kids during a talk back time after worship one night.
Our kids during a talk back time after worship one night.
I can't tell you how much this past weekend affected me. Not only was it a spiritual experience, but I loved seeing how our kids bonded with each other and the other kids. I loved how I bonded with the kids and was able to help them work through some of the stuff they are dealing with. There were a couple of girls who live in a group home for girls. They have been shuffled from foster home to foster home. Jim and I got close to Brandi, a girl who has been in the foster care system since she was 8 years old when her mother ran off. She started the weekend off as a very angry young girl who did not want to join in anything. She is a very wounded 14-year-old girl. But as the weekend went on, that tough exterior started to dissolve and I actually saw her smile a few times and stand up and dance to the silly songs. My heart broke for her and when we got back last night, I realized that all the other kids had nice homes and families to go home to, but those two girls had a group home with no loving family. Jim and I have vowed to try to get her to come over for dinner sometime or just to hang out.
I know that we were there as chaperons to try to keep boys from the girls and keep them safe, but we both went away with an amazing spiritual experience that we will never forget.
3 comments:
Dawn, sitting here with tears of joy running down my face. Your father says: Praise the Lord because He is still working among the teens.
Dawn, thanks for posting the pics and jottings of your trip with the teenagers. I have always had a special place in my heart for junior high school teachers because they have to try and teach these kids something despite all those raging hormones! I still have very fond memories of my junior high school teachers, some of the best teachers I had all through school and college. Your trip was well worth your angst because you have made an impact on a at least one person (and probably many more) for life! Bonnie Yaple
Dawn I know how the special place is in your heart, I drove a school bus for 20 years, and they sure can squeeze into your heart. I just love your web site I read it about every other day and I so enjoy it,your a excellent writer. Have you ever thought of writing children books ? Jackie Powers
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