each picture tells a story. in and of themselves they are snapshots of events, people, places. as unique storytellers, they have their own content and memories, with individual tones and moods. even when arrayed onto the wall they retain their individuality. when i remove the contacts and myoptic sight takes over, however, i finally see. i see blurriness of fine details and the stories are harder to read. yet, in this imperfection, it’s easier to see the bigger picture. all the stories spell out blessed.
A: What’s for dinner?
B: I don’t know. Check the fridge and see what we have.
(A opens fridge)
A: …
A: Alright we’re going to have eggs tonight.
This isn’t meant to be anything too profound or lengthy.
Just something simple I’ve come to notice.
I had a thought on Monday night. I was one girl in the presence of many within a crowded and lively living room. Though I was socializing & laughing & seemingly not paying too much attention, my eye was drawn to notice my fellow brothers & sisters in Amaranthine. And a simple thought came to my mind: “Aww, that’s Amaranthine.” In the presence of the loud social gathering, my dear brothers and sisters were weaving in and out of the crowd, going unnoticed. One was at the stove melting some caramel. Another at the counter preparing the bowls of sides. And yet, another passing out apples to the many in the room. And at that moment, I realized, I am so blessed to be serving with these brothers and sisters. They have a quiet servitude about them. Not that anyone asks them to. Not that they desire credit for what they’ve done. That’s why it’s quiet, it goes completely unnoticed. Or so they thought haha…’cause apparently I noticed it. In any case, that night, I felt so very blessed to be serving with people possessing such a servant’s heart.
-Christine
today, i had the thought during homegroup that “this is what it’s all about.” what exactly? worshipping the God who loves us so much that evidence of his love surrounds us daily, being encouraged that faith in God (and not necessarily an increase in faith) gives us the wisdom necessary, the relationships you ultimately build with others…
going to the getty museum with christine and hannah to celebrate hannah’s optometry school acceptance showed me how far we fourth year girls have come together as sisters. from the addition of yvonne, christine and rose to just deciding to have 4th year girls hangouts and sister meetings to bless the younger girls. for me personally, how i am able to finally see these girls as sisters and not just girls i have to befriend simply because they’re in amaranthine. how i used to be bitter and critical towards these girls, especially during second year when they were all in beta or ccm and i was alone in alpha with a group of guys as family. when i ”knew” that i was never included in whatever family dynamic these girls had with each other. maybe it’s because one of these girls is my roommate this year who keeps me plugged in a little more, maybe it’s because we finally realize that sisters or not, as the oldest in amaranthine this year, we need to step it up a little more. whatever it is, i love seeing, and not going to lie, being part of, the unity we have now. and i guess, finally, we have more than just homegroup in common. fears about the future, wanting to make the most of our last year here, apartmenting and being legal definitely facilitate this bonding process. so yvonne, shaina, christine, and hannah, thanks for being my sisters.
~sherry
