God, this wraps up the end of semester 1 of the school year. This is the first time in 4 years that I can write that without referring to being a student in school, but instead giving back as a facilitator. I had a great time working with a smaller group of students after school today. A group of seniors volunteered to meet after class and I was honored that they stayed through the survey design portion. They are more open with me and vice versa. I can see how much they desire relationship- loving the ice breaker questions (if you had free roundtrip tickets, where would you go and why? thanks nathan babe-a-licious) and even initiating new questions (what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? what wild thing would you like to do? a high school student thought of that and the group loved it.. bc they are.. teenagers haha).
Another girl shared about experiencing domestic violence in her youth. That makes a total of three girls in my class who experienced brokenness like that in their childhood.
A praise I have is being able to come up with fun games accumulated from my years of youth group retreats and dabbling in theatre groups.
I think that something cool about being INFP is that I have a swampy lake full of random things I enjoy that I can draw from to share with others if I take the time to search through the swamp world of memories.
I’m one hundred percent feeling alive in this moment and sure this is where God is leading me. My job might not be the flashiest, or the most lucrative, or even able to be articulated clearly, but I love what I do.
And I think I can even say that I’m getting better at it day by day.