The Days of August

It has been many years now since I had my son living at home, but it never fails: when the calendar turns to August, my mind turns to football and “two-a-days.” “Two-a-days” come just a few weeks before the official football season starts and the team practices not once, but twice a day, for several hours at a time. Each August, for a few weeks, these practices would dominate the focus of our household. The “heavy lifting” (literally and figuratively) was done by my son, but as his mom I tried to do my part by being sure there was enough food and Gatorade on hand, clean socks, and a listening ear when he wanted it.

In addition to hearing about the grueling practices, I loved to hear about everything the team was anticipating: how the team was coming together, who had really improved or grown over the summer, new plays, and the skinny on the teams they would be playing against. Some of my favorite memories are from when the offensive line would gather in my kitchen and be so hyped up about how the team was coming together. It was an intense time of preparation and anticipation.

This past month has been an intense time of preparation and anticipation for the Rock Spring staff as well. While Laura does not officially begin in her new role until September 1, she has had several meetings this month so that she will be able to hit the ground running. While we are not out in the grueling heat, we are working hard to ready ourselves for the kick-off of a new program year at Rock Spring. We have worked together to coordinate the program calendar. We have had invigorating conversations about new educational offerings and new possibilities for our outreach and caring ministries. We are reaching out to those we haven’t seen for awhile. We are recruiting volunteers for ministry opportunities. We are cleaning carpets and tidying up so that come September 13 when we “kick off” the new program year, we will be ready to welcome you to a new season at Rock Spring.

I am excited about the year ahead, and look forward to seeing you in Church!

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by Laura Martin

The reality is that I too have

Authored your pain.

I laid a blank piece of paper down

When you needed me to respond.

I chose the shortcut.

I learned complicity,

Learned to move quietly in my privilege,

Learned to let the doors open for me

Before walked inside.

I inherited fear

And did not unlearn it.

In fight or flight, I flew.

I confess all this.

And I commit to hearing

The raw stories,

To letting your vulnerability

Chafe me.