So looking at my last post..it was way to long - I decided to break it up into 2 parts. I hate coming across blogs that are really long...I always end up bypassing a lot of info in them...so here's the 1st part...
Meeting people for the first time is always interesting. It's either the awkward handshake, "hi, my name is...", "what brings you here?", or maybe it's the questions we drill back and forth that makes us feel like all eyes are on us to answer each others questions correctly. My favorite part is when you run into them again and you end up racking your brain trying to remember their first name. (I am horrible with names) I guess you could say I have a very selective way of remembering things. It's obvious we were all designed differently and what makes complete sense to me probably confuses the heck out of other people.
It's easy - People Inspire...even when you first meet someone there's always a piece of them that stays with you.

After getting more involved with Granger I stepped into Student Ministry and I never thought it would change me like it has. That's where the awkward hand shakes came into play, oh...and the "what brings you here? how long have you been coming?" Those questions flared up on me every weekend - but for some reason it was okay. It felt good that people were trying to get to know me for who I was - not for who I had been in the past. I decided to go with Lifeline on a trip to Nashville last year, and when you spend an entire weekend with people...lets just say...things get interesting. Not only did I find out more about the leaders and students I would be walking with - I found out even more about myself. I'm usually one to keep my guard up when it comes to connecting with people, but during that trip I was molded into a whole new person. I wasn't afraid to act on things that were bothering me, or bring something to someones attention when I knew I couldn't handle it on my own. I gained a new respect for some people, and I think they enjoyed the fact that I wasn't so timid about sharing my thoughts.
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