The aftermath of what has transpired this weekend has left everyone tired, strained and most of all saddened in the community of Lago Vista. In the aftermath, it is sometimes hard to look back and measure what was gained, and sadly, what was lost. If you’d indulge me for a minute or two I would like to talk about what I saw this weekend through the my eyes and hindsight.
I saw a young leader fall and not be able to pick himself up. I saw that same young leader be lifted up by those young men and women who care about him and where he goes with his life. I saw that young leader be prayed for, wished for, hoped for and cared for by many. He may never know how many people were in the waiting room for him. I saw that same young leader see his life in a whole new way.
I saw a mother desperately trying to stay afloat while the world seemed to be coming down. I saw her hold back tears that only a hug could bring forward. I saw a community rally around her, and pray with her. I saw her smile when she knew everything was okay.
I saw another mother trying to stay level headed in the midst of one of the most stressful situations imaginable. I saw her jump into the emergency and try to fight the flames. I saw her run toward danger and not away from it. I saw her be a hero.
I saw a young man with no where to turn but into my chest. I saw tears wash away his pain. I saw him grow up 3 more years than he ought to. I saw him still be a young boy as he was embraced by a bunch of high schoolers who never said “he doesn’t belong here” but rather said “hey, jump in!”
I saw high schoolers lead each other. I saw them grow together in a way that cannot be described unless you’ve seen it happen. I saw students hold hands, lead, pray and join together in tears, silence and laughter.
I saw a woman bring an entire community together. I saw her dream come true of having her love be a defining light in a dark place. I saw a community mourn the loss of one of their own and a community rejoice at the legacy she left behind.
I saw a young boy become a man. I saw him pick up his younger brother, put him in his lap, and let him cry. I saw his eyes change to those of a man who has wisdom and discernment. I saw this boy become a man before my very eyes.
I saw the Church, and the church come together for a community.
Who knew that in the wake of such a tragedy, so many things could be done to draw us together and truly feel like we were a part of something bigger like the legacy of a woman who loved so deeply? I hope that I continue to see these things.
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Food for thought: Did you know that every person you come into contact with right now is helping you write your legacy? What will yours be?
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