Had an incredible conversation with one of the girls at youth group last night.
Basically she wants so bad to get into a fight with a certain girl, but she knows it's not the best choice. This girl is raised in a household where fighting and cursing out everyone are what ya do. Under-age drinking and a whole slew of other things are encouraged. Her mom's advice is that if someone makes you made or says something you don't like, tell them off. It's sad, the state of many of these students homes, and to think I only get a small glimpse.
After talking with and praying for, she told me she knew what she had to do. She knew that love was the way to go, accepting this girl and her quirks was far more worth the pain than hauling out and knocking her across the head. She realized that God has probably put this girl in her life for a reason. To love her. To show this girl what it's like to be mean and nasty, yet be loved back. To show her that there is a better way, love is the way.
So when I come home after a Wednesday night and wonder what the heck I'm doing, I'll remember nights like last night. When change in people for the good is not only seen here on earth but the rejoicing in heaven is heard all around.