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I Was A Girl Scout Brownie Leader

I led Lucy's Brownie troop this year, with the help of one wonderful woman named Cassandra.  I led Lucy's Daisy troop last year, and while I really love being with Lucy, I have a hard time believing in Girl Scouts.  It seems like an empty promise, an incomplete hope, and I'm tired of dedicating my energy to it.  I was convinced to see the year out by our leader, and I'm glad I did.  In the same breath, I am glad that this was my last year leading.
I did get to hang out with one of my favorite moms, Dawn Sonnier.  She's always posing.  You'll see.












Marin, Cassandra and Dawn


So blessed am I by the mountains my God has created...how do I deserve to live here?  I don't- but God loves me, and He is quick to reveal Himself and His love all around me.

It was a hard weekend.  I had just found out that our friend Lucas had died as I was packing up to go.  It was good to keep busy, but every spare moment was eaten up by thinking about him, and praying for his family.  To add to the insanity, a seemingly young and healthy mother who was hanging out with us had a stroke and we had to call the paramedics- she ended up being taken to the helipad on the hill and helicoptered to the hospital.  We were quick to address the girl's questions and fears, and we took care of what we needed to, but it was not the most pleasant camping trip. 
 
Still God is good to me.

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