I have to say, Wednesday is the longest day of every week. Let it be clear, I'm not complaining about this, but it is a true fact that Wednesdays are very long days. The morning is spent preparing for the rest of the day and anything else that is to come, and the afternoon/evening is spent picking kids up from school/their homes and taking them to various activities we like to call Wacky Wednesdays. Each of us interns teaches two Wacky Wednesday classes, and mine are Outdoors Club and a cooking class.
I get to a point on Wednesday afternoons before we charge into actual programming where I recognize that I might not be able to make it to the end of the day without having a meltdown, let alone giving my kids the best and most engaged version of me, which I am well aware is what they deserve. I am so well aware that on my own strength, there isn't a chance Wednesday would ever come together.
So, here's what I do: I climb up into the massive gold van that I have the privilege to drive this one afternoon a week, I stare off into the distance, and I say, "Lord, you've got this. It's all you," and I drive off to Chimborazo Elementary to make my first stop. After a handful of other stops, a hike, more dropping kids off and picking them up, destroying and reassembling a kitchen, making sure everyone has a full belly, and a final set of drop offs, I put the van back where it belongs, and I go for a little stroll back to my house. I walk and I let my mind drift back over the day. There were ups and downs, poor decisions and whether or not I handled those well, the turn I took a little too sharply in the van, laughing over pots and pans, so many dishes washed, and any number of other things.
It becomes clear that there's no way I did it by myself.
Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; the shall walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:30-31
