spring beginning

As I walked home from bible study tonight, the air was thick and wet. It was raining and I could almost taste the spring in the air. It was warm and the wind didn't chill my ears through my wet toque as I am used to. It was so nice so I skipped down the street, thankful that it felt like winter was truly over.

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Today was the second Sunday of our new church youth group. Alicia, Christy, Sarah and myself percieved a void and wanted start a youth group at our little church. (I say this not to make it sound cute; it's just small. There were two girls in youth group this morning, and they were both the pastor Dan's daughters.)

Two weekends ago the group was kicked off with a wild and adventurous weekend trip a friend's cottage in the Valley. It was a satisfying, invigorating, and tiring weekend. And full. With hauling water, marshmallows, walking in the woods, drama, dancing, girl talk, and Bible study, there was little time for rest.

Of all our adventures, I think my getting us lost and us finding ourselves in Oxford (and almost to New Brunswick) is among the girls' favourite of stories to retell. If you know anything about Nova Scotia geography, this should amuse you greatly.

After worship today we brought the girls into the back room. Amber -- picture hair and freckles fit for her name and a persona that speaks both drama and hilarity -- asked if she could share a song that she had just made up. We agreed, and she sang it for us. It went like this:

"I could eat all the stars in the sky, on a silver platter;
I could drink all the oceans dry, if only I hada bigger bladder."

... okay, so maybe you had to be there. It was hilarious at the time. I won't be surprised or disappointed if the adventurous beginnings of our little group becomes the norm for our Sunday mornings together.