This is a text my daughter received from one of her friends…
My daughter didn’t even get half way through reading this to me and I was bawling my eyes out, face buried in my hands (it seems there’s been a lot of that going on lately.)
The way this young lady has encouraged me, couldn’t have come at more perfect time if it were planned. This past year has been the most trying (you’ll understand why later) and I have, at times, thought about quitting… of not telling the rest of my story.
More About What I Do
This is one of the last (notes) cards I received after speaking to a group of teens in a residential treatment facility, not that much different than the one which saved my life when I was that age.
Thank you so much for coming and talking with us this week. You have made an impact on each and every one of us here. I hope that you use your experiences and your beautiful personality to help kids in places like (name removed) like you have helped me. You are an amazing person and you are doing great things.
After I spoke to them as a group, the ‘guy at the top’ gives me a call. He asked if I could come back for the next couple of days, because they had their hands full. It seems my visit stirred many emotions in these kids, as it usually does. He said most of them were requesting one-on-one time with me. I was more than happy to return. Half way through my sessions with the kids, the ‘guy at the top’ pulls me aside once more and much to my surprise, requests that I also speak with each of his staff members. By the time I left, he offered me a job. I was truly touched and changed by everyone I shared time with. I left there feeling thoroughly exhausted, but more fulfilled than I could ever imagine.
So this is part of what I do. I’ve spoken with congregations, in domestic violence shelters, at the boys and girls ranch, in various support groups (as a guest), in crisis units, at treatment facilities, and twice in prisons. I may not be great at handling things like this through email, but I seem to have a way with people in person.
It’s funny, because I am so nervous when I have a speaking engagement, mostly because I never know what I’m going to say (I’ve never had a lecture outlined) but somehow, as soon as I start engaging with people, something inside just takes over and it seems like the most natural thing in the world. I can only say it is a gift and must be the Holy Spirit. It is all Him… when I am willing to yield.
Finally, the more I write, the more you read, the more many of you will understand and be able to make sense of what you have known about us over the last 10 years. Hopefully things have already begun to fall into place, helping you see the bigger picture.