Growing.

The Yearbook crew gave me a CD with all the pictures we've taken throughout the year in P.E. and I focused on this one. A photograph taken at one of our first walking clubs in November. What I do know is how hard this month was for me, how much pain I was feeling from broken relationships and wrestling nights with God.  What I don't remember is how I reacted. I don't remember being strong and I don't remember expressing much joy.  This picture says differently. Amidst the storm, I walked out of the boat and stayed faithful.  I know that things I never imagined happening did, and I was asked to step up to the plate.  God needed me.  He didn't need my pain or my sorrow, He needed me to wake up and get to school.   He needed me to love on and teach those beautiful kiddos. That was urgent. He needed me to lay my burdens down and pick up those of my wonderful community. It was my cross to carry and his light that would shine through that darkness.  To be honest, I was really glad to see this photo. What felt like a broken heart at the time, appears to be a reflection of something beautiful - something beautiful that only comes from God.  Am I asking for a round of applause? I hope that is not how you are reading this.  I reminding everyone that God still works.  God still pushes, still uses, and still chooses you - even when the dumpster seems like a more appealing place then your own heart. 

Stay faithful friends - His good work is being completed through you.