Last night I sat at Starbucks working on my talks for camp, when I experienced a mini little Jesus epiphany...
Starbucks: little Lauren, five years old….in the free space of Starbucks she just did cartwheel after cartwheel….and every time she would immediately jump back up and she would start all over again. She would point her toes, put one foot in front of the other, raise her hands, and then with the biggest smile on her face, she would do another cartwheel. And her mom and dad (I'm assuming) were sitting right there, and after every time, she would emerge and come up with again just a HUGE smile on her face, and they would clap and say, “good job, Lauren!” And she would do it again, and they would say, “Wow, that was a real good one, Lauren.” And again, she’s even getting a little dizzy, she would do another cartwheel, and the mom would comment, “wow, look at her form…it’s beautiful…do you see how she points her toes? She’s a REAL ballerina.” And finally Lauren, after about 6 or 7 cartwheels in a row on the wooden Starbucks’ floor, fell to the floor itself in a pile of happy giddiness. And her parents and her older sister clapped and clapped. And she melted. She was so happy. They stood up to leave, and Lauren stubbed her toe…immediately the happiness turned into hurt, but they didn’t scold her for running into the table (which how exactly did she miss all the tables before?), but they scooped her up, and they said, “It’s all right, our little ballerina, you’re going to be just fine.” And they carried her out to the car.
And Lauren felt LOVED. Lauren was called by name. Lauren knew, at that moment, and I bet you even out to the car and beyond, that she was worth a million bucks…that she was a superstar…that her identity was SECURE because she was LOVED and she knew it. Through the joy and the pain, she could feel it.
So that story's going to be added into one of my talks this week, and I'm stoked to tell it! Have a great weekend...Josh and Danielle's wedding is TODAY!!! WAHOO!!