I refer to them as “my girls” because they are just that. I think of myself as their leader, protector and friend. Someone who prays for them daily and has their best interests at heart. As a hen gathereth her chickens, I gather my girls under my wing. I practically think of them as my daughters (although admittedly I cringe at that statement because I feel way too young to be their mother). I am the leader of my youth group at church and they are my Young Women.
These girls are in my thoughts daily, and as high school graduation approaches, I find them filling the recesses of my mind more often. I think of how much I will miss those who are moving on to college and greater adventures. I think, with gratitude, of the ones who will be sticking around for a while longer and pray that I can develop with them a relationship of trust and help them to mold themselves into the individuals that God wants them to be. Lately I’ve also pondered advice I would give my girls if given the opportunity, and I began to consider lessons I’ve learned in my life and what I wish I would have known when I was in high school (ok, and some of these points are things that I knew in high school and which helped me be successful and happy during those years). Continue reading