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Pictures of Princeton YMI

Today is the last day of the spring forum and I've been challenged, blessed and encouraged. This life cycle of being a Cohort member, adopted into my husbands Cohort and now to have had am opportunity to teach - seem like a dream come true. There is something special here. This tribe of youth ministers stick with each other. This system if flat - where veteran leaders stop to talk to a attendee who really needs some encouragement, where God taps you on the shoulder and gives you a glimpse of what to pray, to hope, and to dream for. The people see each other, laugh together, bond over the challenges of their work and hold each other up - face to face, Skype to Skype and text to text.

There is much more to say, but for now know that 200 youth workers, world leaders in youth and family ministry are all together in this place and soaking up the last few hours of this space and time. Soon we'll be back on the road to home, to family and the churches/ministries we serve. As we return, we know, we have a tribe and that this tribe will stick - with God and each other. This tribe, these people, this place is a treasure.



















Comments

Bill Johnson said…
Hey... nice ink.
Mel said…
It's always a shot in the arm when people with passion gather.
You can feel the energy and enthusiasm here! Oh...and you played together!! :-)

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