The Little Stuff Means the Most
Will I ever have a regular posting schedule for this?? Probably not. I wish I was that disciplined, but life sure has been getting in the way (in the best way possible!) the past couple of months.
Since getting back to the Dream Center in January after a short break home, I have been incredibly busy. I'm not sure I have had one second to sit and breathe in weeks. I absolutely love the business and laughter that follows, but it also means I have no time to sit and write things like this.
Yet in the craziness and constant running, I have never felt more loved.
Yesterday, we woke up for a team morning at 5:30 AM. And while the Dream Center has changed me in many ways, it has yet to take my morning grumpiness away. We walked to our event, and as I was praying on the way, I asked Jesus if there was anything He wanted to tell me. There was a slight pause before He told me, "You are loved."
At 6 in the morning, I got sassy and replied with, "Yeah, I know that. Anything else? Anything bigger than that insignificant sentence?" Nothing.
So we participate in the emotionally and physically draining team morning. We became not only more unified as a class, but I feel like after yesterday, I better understand how much Jesus loves me. I better understand how much my second years love me. I better understand how my classmates and parents love me. I'm so spoiled in love I'm not sure I'll ever be able to fathom it.
What really got to me was the end of the morning. My biggest supporter and sweetest friend, Destinee, hugged me and cried on me. After a minute, she stood back and looked me in the eyes saying, "You are always more than good enough". I'm not sure I'll ever forget that after yesterday morning. I hugged Guti and Brian next, my favorite boys that never fail to keep me laughing, and they repeated how proud of me they were. ((I know you're shocked, but Guti asked for a shoutout in this blog post. So, shoutout to my favorite older brother. Love you G!!)) And to wrap it all up, I hugged Cristel last. She may not even remember saying this, but she told me, "You are so loved, girly".
I'm pretty sure Jesus was laughing in heaven as that happened. The biggest reiteration of what Jesus told me hours before in the dark of the morning. Wow. He works in amazing ways, doesn't He?
Not only did my sweet second years sacrifice the world and more for us yesterday, they kept exceeding my expectations. Although they had been doing grueling physical activity for hours on end, Brian ran a ways with me after the team morning because I had to go to the bathroom so bad. Despite the early morning and the fact that his legs were probably hurting so bad they could have fallen off right there, he still willingly ran with me. I'm not sure what I did to deserve the best support in the world, but here I am.
Then this morning, in the craziness of Saturday Adopt-a-Block, I managed to find some kids costumes. I immediately set them aside for a boy I knew they needed to go to. We got to his house and he came to the front door to find three new costumes, and you should have seen the look on his face. He started squealing, and said, "Dad, come help me put this on!" His Dad looked at us and said, "He hasn't taken that army vest off since you gave it to him two weeks ago". It was so minor. It cost us nothing. Yet it made Damian's day. It sure made mine, too, after seeing his huge smile.
It doesn't always have to be the big stuff. While changed lives and forever impact are amazing and something to strive for, it's the little stuff that gets to me the most. It's the little things like running the extra mile (literally) and seeing Damian's smile that mean the most to me.
I would promise to post again in the near future, but we all know me. Hopefully it'll be soon, but until then....
Kisses & all my love,
Ry
Since getting back to the Dream Center in January after a short break home, I have been incredibly busy. I'm not sure I have had one second to sit and breathe in weeks. I absolutely love the business and laughter that follows, but it also means I have no time to sit and write things like this.
Yet in the craziness and constant running, I have never felt more loved.
Yesterday, we woke up for a team morning at 5:30 AM. And while the Dream Center has changed me in many ways, it has yet to take my morning grumpiness away. We walked to our event, and as I was praying on the way, I asked Jesus if there was anything He wanted to tell me. There was a slight pause before He told me, "You are loved."
At 6 in the morning, I got sassy and replied with, "Yeah, I know that. Anything else? Anything bigger than that insignificant sentence?" Nothing.
So we participate in the emotionally and physically draining team morning. We became not only more unified as a class, but I feel like after yesterday, I better understand how much Jesus loves me. I better understand how much my second years love me. I better understand how my classmates and parents love me. I'm so spoiled in love I'm not sure I'll ever be able to fathom it.
What really got to me was the end of the morning. My biggest supporter and sweetest friend, Destinee, hugged me and cried on me. After a minute, she stood back and looked me in the eyes saying, "You are always more than good enough". I'm not sure I'll ever forget that after yesterday morning. I hugged Guti and Brian next, my favorite boys that never fail to keep me laughing, and they repeated how proud of me they were. ((I know you're shocked, but Guti asked for a shoutout in this blog post. So, shoutout to my favorite older brother. Love you G!!)) And to wrap it all up, I hugged Cristel last. She may not even remember saying this, but she told me, "You are so loved, girly".
I'm pretty sure Jesus was laughing in heaven as that happened. The biggest reiteration of what Jesus told me hours before in the dark of the morning. Wow. He works in amazing ways, doesn't He?
Not only did my sweet second years sacrifice the world and more for us yesterday, they kept exceeding my expectations. Although they had been doing grueling physical activity for hours on end, Brian ran a ways with me after the team morning because I had to go to the bathroom so bad. Despite the early morning and the fact that his legs were probably hurting so bad they could have fallen off right there, he still willingly ran with me. I'm not sure what I did to deserve the best support in the world, but here I am.
Then this morning, in the craziness of Saturday Adopt-a-Block, I managed to find some kids costumes. I immediately set them aside for a boy I knew they needed to go to. We got to his house and he came to the front door to find three new costumes, and you should have seen the look on his face. He started squealing, and said, "Dad, come help me put this on!" His Dad looked at us and said, "He hasn't taken that army vest off since you gave it to him two weeks ago". It was so minor. It cost us nothing. Yet it made Damian's day. It sure made mine, too, after seeing his huge smile.
It doesn't always have to be the big stuff. While changed lives and forever impact are amazing and something to strive for, it's the little stuff that gets to me the most. It's the little things like running the extra mile (literally) and seeing Damian's smile that mean the most to me.
I would promise to post again in the near future, but we all know me. Hopefully it'll be soon, but until then....
Kisses & all my love,
Ry
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