LOVE & COMMUNITY
I think it's beautiful the way people are rallying around the devastation in Texas: Rockport, Port Aransas, Aransas Pass, Houston and dozens of other communities. It's a testament of our great state and our great nation in general. But, it's been particularly heartwarming for me to watch, because I experience this kind of love and compassion on a weekly basis.
I feel blessed to live in a community that makes me feel loved and safe. In a way, this community has shaped me and helped me realize my full potential. I don't remember when it started: Maybe when I was five years old walking into the old Bulverde library or maybe more recently. But that's beside the point.
I live in a community where there are more trucks than Cowboys. You're bound to be called darlin', and if you go to H.E.B. (the “official” grocery store of Texas) and don't run into someone you know, it would be a freakin' miracle.
I remember about a year after I started walking to church, some police officers would meet me at the corner, standing by as I crossed the street. It wasn't until a few months later when one of these police officers came to church and told my dad, "Don't worry, we're watching her".
The Loft Coffeehouse is probably one of the most obvious examples of the love I get from my community! At first, I went to meet my mentor twice a month. Because it is a ministry of my church, I ran into a lot of people I knew. But a lot of people who don’t go to my church (or any church) go to the Loft, too. A lot of people.
The more I went, the more the staff stepped in to help me.. A few of the staff members actually took their break time to sit with me or to feed me. Three-and-a-half years later, I think of The Loft as my second home - A place where I can go to get away or to get loved on. Today, I call it "my personal daycare center". I cannot imagine what it would be like for me if I didn't live in such a loving community. I'm spoiled rotten! Plain and simple.
I feel blessed to live in a community that makes me feel loved and safe. In a way, this community has shaped me and helped me realize my full potential. I don't remember when it started: Maybe when I was five years old walking into the old Bulverde library or maybe more recently. But that's beside the point.
I live in a community where there are more trucks than Cowboys. You're bound to be called darlin', and if you go to H.E.B. (the “official” grocery store of Texas) and don't run into someone you know, it would be a freakin' miracle.
I remember about a year after I started walking to church, some police officers would meet me at the corner, standing by as I crossed the street. It wasn't until a few months later when one of these police officers came to church and told my dad, "Don't worry, we're watching her".
The Loft Coffeehouse is probably one of the most obvious examples of the love I get from my community! At first, I went to meet my mentor twice a month. Because it is a ministry of my church, I ran into a lot of people I knew. But a lot of people who don’t go to my church (or any church) go to the Loft, too. A lot of people.
The more I went, the more the staff stepped in to help me.. A few of the staff members actually took their break time to sit with me or to feed me. Three-and-a-half years later, I think of The Loft as my second home - A place where I can go to get away or to get loved on. Today, I call it "my personal daycare center". I cannot imagine what it would be like for me if I didn't live in such a loving community. I'm spoiled rotten! Plain and simple.
Before Hurricane Harvey, our beautiful country was looking pretty bleak. So much pain and hatred going around. And it truly made me sad, because people were so focused on the pain and the hatred that they didn't see the light in the midst of all the darkness.
The devastation of Hurricane Harvey is real, but so is the love and compassion of our country. I beg you, HOLD ON TO THAT LOVE.
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