Flashback to this afternoon
Today I had the “hard ministry task” of taking 10 of my favorite people to the beach in Port Huron, Michigan to enjoy a day of playing in the waves and enjoying their friendship. All in all, it was a great day. This is what I refer to as “suffering for Jesus.”
A great story
I don’t know what it is, but being in the wave filled waters of a Great Lake made my high school girls become very aware of their boobs. (At least if they are infatuated at other times I’m clueless about it!) The beach we went to had a lot of sand, but there were also lots of rocks like those in the picture above. Off and on as we fought the strong current and tossed the football one of my students would say to a friend… Something about their boobs. I don’t know what the fascination was… As I guy I don’t get it! They never talked to me or the other guys about it, but I could pick up that this was a constant conversation piece. (More so than previous years when all they could talk about is that I didn’t freak out about their “risque tankinis” that previous youth workers wouldn’t let them wear.) They freaked out that their tops didn’t fit right, that the waves pulled their tops lose… I don’t know… But I could tell they were all talking about boobs all morning.
So a few hours pass. We have lunch and then we all jump back into the waves. I start playing a rough game of football with a couple of the guys and the girls peal off to go do girl stuff. Pretty typical. Just like any other age group… At the end of the day boys play with boys and girls play with girls.
Here’s my disclaimer for the next story: I’m a leader, and I feel responsible for other people’s kids when I go places with them. So I’ve always got my eye on them and try to keep up with what they are doing… So while I play catch/dunk a student… I’m keeping an eye on the girls.
Rocky boobs
Pretty soon I look over [maybe 20 yards] and see that two of my leadership team girls have stuffed large rocks into their swimsuits to.. I guess… er, simulate “what they want.” To me, the whole incident was pretty funny in a non-sexual kind of way. It was cute in the same way that it’s cute when you find out your 7th graders still play with Barbie’s even though they are completely “too mature” to admit to it. The innocent nature of this little thing they were doing is what made it so funny. I was just lost in the simplicity of knowing that my most mature leadership ladies… Are just kids.
So for the next 20 minutes or so, as I did my glancing over there to make sure they were OK, I could see these girls scouring the floor of Lake Huron for perfect rock boobs. I don’t think (Oh man I hope!) that they had a clue that I knew what they were up to… And I don’t ever plan on telling them.
But at least I had something funny to tell Kristen when I got home. Those girls would just die if they knew that I knew what they were up to! There are so many times of “precious moments” that I stuff into my memory bank… it all goes to prove once and for all that teenage girls are nuts.
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