The other night, “the group” had this campout thing. It was so great having pretty much everyone back together. I loved seeing them all, just hanging out, like old times. :)
And... at some point--after the scary stories...gosh, that was freaky--Ty and Brian started talking about this sermon Brian had done for their youth group...
It was about everyone being the body of Christ and when one part suffers, the whole body suffers. Especially when one doesn’t tell others that they’re suffering. It’ll fester and make things worse.
Which, I totally agree with... I’ve seen my own suffering fester underground into something I still can’t seem to let go.
Anyway, Brian told us he said to the youth that they all needed to share their struggles with someone, and they had this amazing time in which a good portion of the youth came up and told their sufferings and struggles...
And, I must say I’ve always wanted that to happen in my youth group... Well, more like I wanted it to happen when I was really hurting and when I seriously needed someone to ask if I was ok. Because I wasn’t. For years.
I don’t know how late it was, but, we were all set on not sleeping, anyway. Hahaha! And, Carissa suggested we do the same: go around and talk about our struggles.
It was actually a great suggestion. Plus, we were already gathered around. :)
Ty started out and... to my surprise... He talked about me, too. He mentioned this video I had made for my last English project, which was on the first blog entry I made on here, actually.
He said that he was proud of me, because everyone graduated and left me. And that I’ve kept with it and put myself out there, getting friends and such.
And. It hit me.
I’ve never been entirely close to Ty--though I think he’s awesome and hilarious! And, that made it strike me more. Man.
It felt... so good for someone to sincerely tell me, “Good job, you’re doing great, Whitney! Keep at it!” Because it’s been hard. Thank you.
And, for him to actually be thinking about me! Wow. Thank you.
It’s easy for me to just sit in the back, being the “baby” of the group and all, and just feel like my life is invisible.
I mean, really. I don’t think I ever shared my troubles with my closest friends even when they were with me at high school--Oh, definitely not you guys’ faults! Gosh. Don’t EVER think that.
That’s my weakness. That’s how I’m messed up.
You guys actually helped me survive my first two years of high school. Thank you.
Well, now that I’m all emotional... I’ll just keep talking. Hahaha.
So, yeah. Mostly everyone did talk. And... I really appreciated them all telling us. I didn’t say much--sorry about that. I was just absorbing it all, listening silently... I love you guys so much! I wish I could erase every trouble. Heal every wound. And smack life in the face, saying, “C’mon! Be nice to them! They’re amazing!”
Seriously. Love. :)
Someone I wished would’ve talked... is Abbey. I worry so much about her. I know there’s something she was thinking about... Something weighing on her heart... I feel like she’s worse than I am, about keeping things locked inside...
I kind of wanted to talk, also. But, it would’ve been mostly past stuff. Because, I’m so very happy right now. Still figuring things out, for sure. But, I feel very content.
And, that’s mostly because of Wesley.
It was actually quite random--becoming great friends with Wesley, that is. He pretty much randomly talked to me on facebook. Commenting on something, I think? I had met him earlier in the school year at Frisbee (when I actually went to that...haha, I’m so lazy.) And, it was nice. Especially since I was a wreck then-- I mean if you’ve read some of my more early posts, you’d understand a bit.
And he gave me his number and we just texted each other randomly-- well, more like he’d text me randomly, I usually forgot to text anyone at that time. And that struck me, also. He’d actually text me first. I mean, really, I usually have to text other people first. He actually wanted to talk to me. Hahaha! :)
And... He was so darn optimistic! Like, it was a “Why not smile?” kind of feel. And he’d always go on about having adventures and shenanigan stuff. Hahaha! Being happy and just loving life even if things don’t go totally the way you want them to.
It was very uplifting. I think he has a gift for making people feel better and feel awesome.
I mean, he told me about this one time he saw a worker at the mall looking depressed and he walked up and asked him if he was ok and that he was awesome. Isn’t that cool?!
Gosh. I could never do that. I’m such a chicken. Hahaha!
I wish I had Wesley’s goofiness and his not-caring-if-people-see-him-being-goofy-ness. Hahaha! He’s awesome--You’re awesome, Wesley. :)
I think I’ll keep him around... just for kicks. ;D
Anyway, the campout was a success. Yeah, I didn’t sleep. Woo! Proud of myself. Thank you, everyone, for being my friend all this time and loving me... I’m so lucky to still have all of you even though you’ve already graduated-- I’m almost done with high school as well!
Don’t wait up.
;)
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