Retreat!

There are twelve of us on group staff and we are one big happy family. Bob, Mary, Gabe, Aly, Brian, Braden, Scott, Scotty, Kael, Cristina, Leanne and myself. Each of us was chosen with our own talent, whether musical or artistic or having a great theological mind, and we each bring those gifts to the table to create a service on Wednesday nights. About fifteen hours a week go into one group service and at the time it is so exhausting. But every Wednesday night, after all the speakers, mic stands and backdrops are put away, we gather and are thankful for the service that happened. We are grateful for the positive responses that we receive from our peers who take time out of their busy lives to worship with us for an hour each Wednesday nights. It's been almost a quarter and group has finally become something regular in my schedule and it's no longer a huge time commitment. I mean, it is, but it's not. Not really. Yes, it's still fifteen hours a week, but it doesn't feel like it anymore. Now, I am so full of joy to be with that staff and they are such a huge part of my life.


There wasn't group last week, so we didn't get to see each other and there was a huge hole in my life. I was worried that I would really like the idea of having free time and that I would once again question my role on group staff. But the free time wasn't all I dreamed it would be. Yes, it was a little nice, but I really didn't like it. Watching Friends with my friends is nice, but it's not how I want to spend all of my Mondays and Tuesdays. When we finally all got together on Wednesday night to have dinner together, it was like we had been apart for a year. We sat in Kael's living room for hours and watched the wind whip the rain so that it fell horizontally instead of vertically. We ate soup and drank tea and shared about our weeks. We are able to talk to each other so meaningfully and intentionally and there is no shame. We aren't afraid to talk to each other about how we're really feeling and that is not a vibe I have felt in past groups I have worked with.


This last weekend, we went on retreat...if you can even call it that. We've decided it was more like a giant sleepover. We left SPU at 7 PM on Friday night and I was back in my room by 3 o clock the next day. But in those twenty hours, so much life was shared. So much laughter. Deep fried food. Birthday cake. Music. Games. French toast. Stars. Campfire smoke. JOY. I haven't felt as happy as I did on Friday night in such a long time. When I returned on Saturday, my heart was full of life like it was last fall. This is the point of a retreat, but I've never felt like this after one. Retreats are supposed to be an escape, a chance to get away from the troubles of the norm. That's exactly what this retreat was: Twenty beautiful hours to be with the ones I love and not be bogged down with papers and projects and a general feeling of weariness.


We are all tired right now and it shows. We're all much quieter than usual and fun-n-games are much less frequent than they once were. I'm not just speaking of group staff, I'm talking about all of us. The students of SPU are weary. Our souls are tired, our sinuses are stuffed up and our hearts are aching to be home. Even I am homesick. Home is so close, but right now, it has never felt further away. I can't imagine how any of my friends are coping right now, especially those who really can't go home, even if they wanted to. It's only three more days, I say, but they're long days. Full of class, study groups, work and practices. I'm excited to think of how I will feel once these three days pass and I can be in the warmth (well, in reality the dorms are warmer, but I'm talking about the heart) of my home surrounded by my family. Like I said, home has never felt so far, but I'm sure that it will never feel so good to go home as it will this week.


I think that our sleepover is what has given me enough strength to last three days and I am glad. It was a wonderful time and now I will be able to finish this race without running out of breath. By the power of God, the encouragement of friends and Sufjan Stevens' banjo, I will make it through these days.