My Girls

Meet my group of girls I spend every Sunday night with.Why? Why would I spend every Sunday evening locked away in a pit of teenage hormones and drama? Because Treza is from Estonia, which is like in my mind the same as Russia...she was adopted and moved here 5 years ago. She is braving a new world and missing her orphanage and her old teacher. She teaches me to brave and face each new day like it might be my last. Treza inspires me.
Where else would I rather be?

And Heather. Oh sweet Heather. Who teaches me that even when we may be in the hardest situation possible -- like an inner city school filled with gangs -- we can still be true to ourselves.

Heather teaches me you can change others without being changed yourself.

Heather fills me with hope.
Where else could possibly give me this?
And dear sweet Hannah. Who takes everything so seriously. And wonders what the world would be like if others did not care and take responsibility. She wonders what she can do to make a difference. She prays that she is ready for whatever comes so she can make a difference for others.
How can I imagine anything braver?

These girls inspire, motivate and teach me. How could I wish to be surrounded by anything other? I love em to pieces.