so much of the work i have been doing in the past week has been behind the scenes. whether picking up random items for a golf tournament fundraiser or setting up food for the 40 interns that arrived on the 23rd, i have done just about all of it. i cannot count how many times i have washed the same platters from breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. i have cleaned the kitchen, then watched people come marching through to mess it up again, all the while standing silent.
i am learning to be a servant.
it seems as if many things have been thrown on my shoulders because i am a "special" intern. many of these miscellaneous tasks go without recognition. in all honesty, it sucks not to be appreciated. last summer, i just saw the final result of whatever was handed to me. i did not even think about the stress behind the preparation. this summer, however, i am seeing the other side of things. it has been incredibly challenging to remain gracious and kind despite it all. though my work schedule claims i am to be off at 5PM, i have been working until 8PM or later. today, for example, was a 13 hour day that involved office work, food shopping, cooking, and cleaning. though these are things that i know i must come to enjoy, i can't help but wonder if this is what a life of PR at a nonprofit looks like. i know it is behind the scenes, but how often are these people thanked? have we lost our sense of gratitude? i have written countless thank you notes to individuals who have provided meals, funding, or some other form of support, but have yet to receive one for my boss.
i need to be more appreciative.
i am blessed with the opportunity to be back here. yesterday, however, i didn't feel like it. i was at the end of my rope, feeling discouraged and wanting to go home. i called my mom and cried for a good twenty minutes. contemplating throwing in the towel. i know i am meant to be strong, but i feel completely drained. i am trying to balance my work and social life, but i feel like the latter is being ignored. at the same time, i do not want to build many new relationships with new interns and kids, as i simply came here to strengthen those previously established. camp starts up again on thursday. two days a week, i will hopefully be back at spirit, seeing my kids, reminding them of how great they are. truth? i can't wait.
i can only hope i get to see my kids as much as i want to, but in the past 2 weeks i have learned that nothing goes as planned hear at urbanpromise. i pray that i get to, but i have also prayed that i would be challenged this summer. i guess God is giving me what i asked for.
i need to be more flexible.
i want to end with the following statement that was said to me yesterday: God does not call the qualified; He qualifies the called.
i may not feel like i'm good enough. i may not feel like i am supposed to be here. i may not know the purpose for being here. but i do know that God has it all in His hands.
for now, that knowledge is enough.
my old roommates & one of the urban promise academy graduates. he's headed to college in the fall. the ceremony was so powerful; i enjoyed hearing their personal stories of how urbanpromise impacted their lives. they reminded me that all of this hard work is worth it.
a beautiful mural in south camden, painted by members, young and old, in the community. those in yellow have passed away, but their profound impact lives on.
lastly, this amazing 15 year old. he is truly the reason i came back to camden. if i have any purpose in being here, it is to remind him that no matter what, i will stand by him and remind him that he is more than capable of achieving anything he wants to achieve.this is my little brother.
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