One word.

And that one word for me last week was my name. Stacy. Not "you" or "hey" or "dreads" or "white girl."

That one word came from the mouth of one of the girls at my internship. She is habitually critical, mean, and sarcastic and bluntly so. (I am two of those, but less blunt about it. Usually.)

That one word means that I have established a relationship with her. That she comes up to me and starts conversations. Asks me to hold things for her. Help her with her homework. Listens to me most of the time if I ask her to do something.

That one word spoken became a moment of joy and exhilaration for me that has carried over for the rest of the week. And this week. I see a marked change in her toward me.

Now I'm concentrating on her and another girl who is much like her, only with documented behavioral problems. She's starting to come around. Both of these girls are very influential with their peers.

Hopefully pictures of the kids at (and more info about) my internship, which I adore, will be coming soon. I don't know why I haven't written about it already.

Also, I started a Flickr account. I don't really know why. It's another one of those "well, why not?" moments in my life. Here 'tis: stacy-face. A lot of these pictures are on my Facebook, but some aren't.

1 Thessalonians 5:14 {And we urge you, brothers, warn those who are idle, encourage the timid, help the weak, be patient with everyone.}

1 comment:

  1. Heck yes 1 Thessalonians! That's my verse for the summer! Yay! =)