she’s not wearing any makeup
it was hot & very humid
we rode on the un-airconditioned bus with the wind blowing in our hair
she’s wearing a tshirt and a skirt of mine which is too big for her
she’s not heading to prom
or to a social at UGA
she’s not glammed up in her usual awesome, fashion statement style
but this is one of my most favorite images of her. ever.
i’m well aware that there’s a fine line between being proud of our children and being PROUD of our children. a sinful pride if you will.
well. i’m crossing the line today. because i’m so proud of her that i don’t know what to do with myself.
she’s been fiercely independent since the day she was born. i used to halfheartedly joke that if i was ran over by a mack truck the child wouldn’t miss a beat. while that makes her sound heartless, she’s not. she’s just brilliant. she’s confident. she’s a go getter. she’s a leader. and the girl loves jesus with all her heart.
this summer she interned with our church. she worked her tail off. she loved every single minute of it.
she wants to do big things. big things for the kingdom & i KNOW she will.
i wish i had half her faith when i was 19. she’s the kind of girl who can love the lord and be in a sorority at UGA and not spend her weekends doing what you what you’d assume she’d be doing.
this summer, each wednesday night, she and many of the folks from our church head in to the most diverse square mile in the united states. they love on. play with. hug. push on the swing. play jumprope with and share jesus with refugee children living in poverty. she shined ya’ll. it was awesome. i get all fuzzy and choked up just thinking about watching her.
the scripture says even if we love on the least of these, it’s as if we’re loving on jesus. i’m not saying these beautiful children are the “least” but lets admit. they’re marginalized. they are the have–nots. but He sees them. and He sees a 19 year old sorority girl sitting down in the dirt in her linen trousers and lets them climb all over her. hold her hands. try on her jewelry. and i know He smiles.
in 30 days she’s boarding a plane and heading over to Kosovo. she typed up support letters. she told dan & i whatever she didn’t raise could come out of her christmas money. she’ll be there for 10 days of her christmas break handing out the shoeboxes to children with samaritan’s purse. while a selfish part of me didn’t want to share her on our christmas break, this is exactly who she is. and i couldn’t be one inch more proud of her than i am today. i’d love your prayers for her and the team…i’ll keep you posted in december.
my brown eyed girl. i want to be just like you when i grow up…