I can’t begin to say how grateful I am to everyone that has nominated me for awards on this blog. It means SO much and you all are sooooo awesome!!
I was nominated by The Eclectic Contrarian for The Random Acts of Kindness Award. Thank you SO much!!! You are so awesome and I love reading your blog posts and seeing what you have to say in the comments on my blog. You are a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Thanks so much for everything!!
The Random Acts Of Kindness Award rules:
- Tell who you nominate and why.
- Copy and share the picture that shows the award, posted above.
- Share a paragraph of something that impacted your own life in the way of receiving kindness or how you extended kindness to someone else.
- Nominate anyone or share to your own page. If you so choose to Participate. Tag or pingback to the original person who nominated you, or the original post.
Elisha – Elisha is super awesome and is not afraid to share what he believes. I love reading his posts, and you should totally check his blog out – you will NOT regret it!!
Joshua – Joshua is a fun loving, creative guy that has an awesome blog you need to check out! He really loves God and his blog is tons of fun to read. 🙂
Steve – Steve is a really great photographer who captures nature so well! He is super fun and crazy (in a good way, right Steve? 😉 ) and has a heart for God. Make sure to check his blog out!
Lydia – Lydia is super pretty and sweet and she loves Jesus a lot! Her blog is so fun and encouraging to read and you’ve gotta go check it out right now!!
So, now I’m supposed to write about something to do with kindness that impacted my life. It’s honestly a pretty stupid, lame story, but it challenged me, so here I go!
I am an extreme extrovert. Well, usually I am. I basically live off of seeing other people and socializing. If I had to tell you what my personality traits are, I’d immediately say that I am Sanguine and Chloric – Likes Being the Life of the Party and Tends to be Bossier than Others, and that’s putting it nicely. XD However, I can be an introvert when I want to be. I’ll just sit in my corner and watch people, not talking to them. Sure, if I come up with something to say, I do, but otherwise I’ll just sit there, laughing at everyone else’s stupid jokes, and not making my own. In these situations, it’s usually with people that I don’t feel very comfortable with, or not as at-home, as I would with people that would be a victim to my extrovert extremity. That said, you’ll be able to understand what I’m about to say more than if I hadn’t just said all of that.
My family and I were visiting churches about three years ago, trying to find a church that we liked and had the same beliefs as us. It took months, but when we did finally find one that we had gone to several times and started to ease into a little, my parents suggested that us kids go to the Sunday School. We finally agreed and went. Since I was older than my siblings, I had to transition from the younger kids class to the older, teenage one, alone. I was scared to death as I crossed the street and thanked God when my mom asked if I wanted her to walk me over. We walked together, then she watched as I went inside and faced my fears.
Let me say one more thing here: I am not one of those people that is paralyzed by fear and I never have been. There’s definitely been times where I’ve been scared to death about something, but I basically push away my fears and just do what I’m afraid of. It’s definitely not always the smartest thing and my dad keeps saying that I’m going to die young because of that, but that’s just how I am.
So that being said, I walked into the Sunday School class really scared, but willing myself to do it.
Honestly, I don’t remember much about the class itself, as I remember what happened after. Everybody was super nice and they introduced themselves to me, which was really nice.
When I went to go to the actual church service with everyone else, I started for where my family was. But I was stopped by a girl, named Blakeley, who asked if I wanted to sit with her and the rest of the kids.
Okay, this is where you roll your eyes and go, “Seriously? That’s ALL?!?!?!” But truly; that question DID mean a lot to me. It showed me that she ACTUALLY cared, that I wasn’t just some lame kid that had gone to their class. It made me SO happy and I felt so loved.
And that’s my story! I know it probably was lame and extremely long for the story that it was, but whatever, that’s what I thought I’d share, as it was the first thing that came to my mind. 🙂
Have an awesome day, everyone!!