I should be writing my essay, but
I should be writing my essay, but I can’t escape these thoughts. I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am for my small group. Looking back now that it’s over, I see how much I was poured into and blessed. Without failure. Small group was one of those things that built me up so naturally that I didn’t even see how much it grew me until now. I remember small group kick off second semester - I seriously judged every single person and was 200% confident that I would never be friends with these people. I couldn’t see myself talking to any of them, and I was so standoffish. But God always has other plans. Two months later, I looked forward to going to small group every week, to hear from every girl, to listen to Michelle and Hannah speak truth, and just to bond as sisters. It seriously became my family, and I felt so comfortable with the girls, some of whom I don’t really even know that well. Just bonding and uniting through the Spirit - it’s indescribable. Every night I was blown away, blasted, humbled, struck down, built up, or healed. Hearing others’ testimonies and struggles, their good days and bad, their praise reports and disappointments - God used every single daughter to take each of us on such a crazy ride. My heart jumps thinking about how much we’ve grown, and it blows my mind when I attempt to see how crazily God has been working. I can barely grasp how poured into we are with prayer from other classes, and I can’t wait to see how many more steps and leaps we get to take towards Jesus. And with nostalgia and sadness I left this last night of small group, wishing I had cherished every moment more than I did and overflowing with appreciation and gratitude for my loving sisters. But with enthusiasm and hope I look forward to the upcoming years, eagerly stepping into a seat to be a part of the wild ride God is taking us on next.