Friday, October 28, 2011

The longer we talked, the more she shared, the more I thought, "Holy crap, our stories are so similar. We are so similar." My heart broke for her a little more with each story of disappointment, each fear, every frustration she shared. My heart broke because I remember that. I was there not so long ago.

My heart broke, but it was also filled with hope. Hope resting in the fact that not so long ago my God reached into the depths of the darkness that had overcome my life and pulled me out - pulled me out, dusted me off, and set me on solid ground. Hope that knows that He works all things for our good (see Romans 8:28). The kind of hope I'm praying she comes to possess herself. 

Putting your hope in the Lord doesn't mean your life magically turns to gold, it means that your hope can't be shaken. Hope in your job, hope in other people, hope in government, hope in money or success, hope in graduate school, etc, and you'll be disappointed every single time. Those things can be shaken, those things can be destroyed. But hope in the Lord, an immoveable fortress, creator of all things, the lover of your can't go wrong with that. 

Sunday, October 23, 2011

(Sonatra, summer 2008)
This is Sonatra. 
He was 12 years old when I met him in the summer of 2008.
A sweet little boy walked into my life and stole my heart that summer.
Now, 3.5 years later, he's a little taller (okay, a lot taller) and is more of a young man than a little boy. 

Sonatra has had a rough year. He made a few poor decisions and is now dealing with the consequences. Ever since I met him, we've always joked about him driving my car. He really wants to learn to drive.  So, about a month ago, he and I made a deal: If he stayed out of trouble and worked hard in school, I would teach him how to drive. 

He turns 16 on Tuesday. 
He's upheld his end of the deal, so now it's my turn. 

I get to do this every day, ya'll. I get to look back and see how far my kids have come. I get to encourage and love on them. I get to strive to change the norm of Cedar Grove. I get to help them become amazing people. 

Not a bad job. 
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