Sunshine doodles on bookshelves.

Exactly three months ago to this day, Tuesday April 23, I had one of the most...interesting, intense, worst, best, crazy, calming, peaceful, riprolling, eye-opening...and above all life changing nights of my short little life. I can't say that I didn't see events coming that started the preceding description of the night, but I will tell you that I didn't expect things to turn out remotely on the same planet much less even in the category as they did.
I can retell the events of that night to you like it just happened five minutes ago, and well, actually, I'm going to:
You see, I had been back in town for three days after finishing my school-year...and as previously mentioned this night being discussed was a Tuesday - that means it was Fusion down at our local Freedom House and to add some flavour it was State of the Union Communion.
I got back from volunteering about an hour before I had to be at the church and less than 10 minutes after arriving, all hell broke loose. Now, don't get me wrong, all relational-units, otherwise known as families, have their issues, but this time - this night - it was the end..and well the beginning but that part doesn't come til later.
To save you the details worthy of Jerry Springer, let's just say it was loud, and that I left.
Oh, right, just to be clear - the loudness though caused by my presence, I had no part in it - solely observation. When I left, it was to go to the grocery store to get food for State of the Union: not out of rage. I was hoping the seas would be calmed by the time I came back from the grocery store... this was not the case. My immediate reaction was to head down to the laundry room where I had just finished all of my "Home-From-University-Laundry" grabs pajamas and clothes for the next day, and to get out.
And just that, I did:
I left again. In tears this time. Feeling nothing but unlovable and unwanted, I headed to the church.
What happens next however is the part I never would've expected to happen:
A Facebook message came through on my phone only moments before arriving at the church. And through my tearfilled eyes I read:

The timing of this message was impeccable. At the very moment that those words showed up on my phone, I remember myself thinking, what am I going to do? where am I going to go? how am I going to do this?
So after a lot of tears, prayer, more tears and more prayer: I built up the courage and I went over after Fusion.
Did I mention neither of the people listed above had any idea of what was going on in my life prior to me receiving that message?

That night 3 months ago, and every night since; I have known the power and hope found in love.
Don't ask me how it works because so far I haven't figured it out and truthfully I think I may have stopped wondering all together... but I do know this, it's true:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

So much has changed for me in the last 3 months...I could list it all, but that would take a long time and to be honest: I've lost count...as much as the things that have changed have now changed in my life forever...I can promise you that I wouldn't have it any other way.

I   am   so   blessed.