Day Two

Well, I'm two days out now and if I were being honest, which I am - I would have to say I am still walking around in the pink cloud. Coming down from a mountaintop can be painful but God gives us His love in ways we never imagined to cushion the descent. I am having a little trouble focusing on anything except the faces of 37 girls. They keep floating across the screen of my world. I wonder how long that will go on. I hope forever.

One tradition in Emmaus/Chrysalis is to have a cross for the weekend. The cross is kept in the prayer room and carried into the conference room by each speaker. Our cross was a small pink granite cross - a perfect fit in the palm of your hand. The front of the cross is polished. The sides and back are still in their natural form. The names of all the girls have been written on the sides and back of the cross. I have the honor and privilege of keeping it beside my bed where I can reach over and touch it when I wake up and as I go to sleep. I think it will be there beside my bed for the rest of my life. How can you let it go? How can you let the opportunity to bless and strengthen and encourage these young women just fade away. Now I know reality is that life goes on, we get busy, we move on. But I mean it - these girls have my heart. If you check in regularly you'll probably get tired of hearing about this. Bear with me. Pray with me as I ask God to bring His Kingdom into the lives of these girls. Do you realize how much the world today could change through the lives of these who have been sent out? I do. It could be astronomical. They represent 10 different schools and numerous workplaces. You figure the math. God already has.