In the weeks leading up to Christmas, I had the opportunity to train a young girl, in my home. Three days a week, after school, she would arrive at my house and I would have her doing workouts that had her (often) rolling her eyes at me. A young, 15 year old girl, working to improve her physical body as God was working on her spirit and mind. She is a precious, amazing young girl, who, you could say life has not always allowed to simply be a young girl. She is continually faced with situations that make my head spin, but since the day she fell in love with her Savior, the way she is handling each obstacle is stunningly beautiful.
This past Sunday, she was baptized. We were dealing with a sick kid in our house, so I told her I may not make it the next morning. However, my husband, being the wonderful man he is, told me I should go to my Sunday morning class and stay for my young friend's baptism. I'm so thankful he made that suggestion, so thankful to have been a witness to it. And when she saw me and exclaimed, "You came!" with a huge smile spread across her face, I knew it had been the right decision.
This girl is on fire, telling friends about how God has changed her, and more than willing to counsel others. She loves to serve the poor and the homeless, she's praying fervently for healing for herself and others. This girl? She's making a difference, right where she's at.