Today we celebrate the high school graduations with a party. We have been striving to get the outside and inside ready for the few or the many that may come by to shake a hand, give a hug, provide a word of advise or just spend some time sharing their individual energy with the graduates.
I still have about 150 flowers that cannot yet be put into the ground as while the days have been beautiful and in the 70’s, the nights here in the mountains has left us with frost almost every morning this week.
So for the grads, I will remind them to be flexible.
And to remember too that each day/moment is a choice.
We have sent them to school for thirteen years knowing that they were learning all kinds of lessons in the classroom, on the bus, on the playground, in their activities.
To give you a glimpse of the education of Devin’s heart, I will share with you a blurb he shared with me from a school project. It was a stream of consciousness that he let flow about his times working out of the country on mission trips. (a stream is meant to be a flow of ideas, not worrying about content, punctuation, structure or spelling, it is to follow the flow of your mind on a subject)
Stream of Consciousness
I love to go on mission trips. It’s how I get my karma reset and I’m back to being a good person. I also love traveling, and helping people that need it. When I’m down in Mexico or Ecuador or the Dominican Republic it’s like I’m the happiest I can be and I get to help someone that needs the help. It’s also the best sleep I ever get. Every night I’m there, I close my eyes and everything is great. I think that I want to do something involving mission trips when I’m older. Maybe like the peace corps or work for casas por cristo. I just think that’s what I am called to do. Also the people you meet down there are the nicest and most loving people I have ever met. Forget everything you’ve ever heard about Juarez, the people there are loving and caring. I’m sure there are plenty of people down there that wouldn’t think twice about killing some gringo like me, but I’ve never met someone like that. I know that I’m building a house for this family that needs it, but I always feel like I’m the one that’s receiving the gift. Also I’m never depressed or angry there. It is like a feel good drug. I think everyone should go on a mission trip somewhere. I don’t care if it’s in Mississippi or Zimbabwe, I think that once you know how it feels to be loved so much by strangers and help them by putting a roof over their head, there is nothing like it in the world that you would rather do.
A reminder that:
(oh, and while I was told when he shared his stream of conscious writing with me that he didn’t mind me sharing it, he did stipulate that he didn’t want to hear about what anyone else said about it). I managed to not go into any commentary from my end and just relay how proud I was that he has such an open heart.
Which leads to some last advise.
Best wishes and follow your dreams young graduates.