Sunday, October 23, 2016

Guest Post!

My dear friend Hosanna and I decided to guest post for each others blogs. Her post is below and mine will be going up on her blog later today. So, check out her BLOG and send her some love! Without further ado, here it is! 

Hello everyone! 

My name is Hosanna Shields, I am 16 years old and today I will be guest posting on Megan’s blog.  

I have known Megan for two years now, (we met at our ballroom dance class) but haven't gotten to know her until this past summer. I am so grateful that I did! 

I have for the past several months been overwhelmed with gratitude in several areas of my life. One of those areas is my ballroom dance class. You see, in a way, ballroom dance (and the people in it) has saved my life.

In August 2014 my father passed away. It was hurtful, devastating and HARD! My parents were spilt up for almost a year before that and so after he passed I lived with some family friends. I was lonely and depressed. I didn't have a relationship with Christ at that point and so I was hopeless. I was incredibly suicidal. I had always been a quiet child but this pain had pushed me further into myself, I retreated from everyone and everything. 

It came to the point where I wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, and barely functioning. I had seen people who let this pain define them, I decided I didn't want to be like that. I knew that if I let myself continue like that I wouldn't make it much longer. So, I told myself to pick something that I could invest myself in, even if I didn't get involved with the people. 

I ended up choosing ballroom dance. At the time it felt like a completely random choice, but I believe that God led me to that class. 

For the first several months of taking the class I didn't talk to anyone more than absolutely necessary. I didn't let myself feel for them, I didn't have the strength. I would watch everyone interact with each other, they were like a family. And I didn't fit in, I didn't want to. My relationship with Christ started to develop during this time. It was tough, I didn't trust him, I still hadn't forgiven him for taking my father from me. 

But as time went on I started to enjoy the class, it was a way for me to get out of my shell. I started to make friends. 

Then I stopped going… I was getting too close. There were a few weeks when I was going to be dropped off but the whole way to the dance studio I was shaking, so terrified because I had started to feel for these people. I would tell my ride to take me back home. I would cry myself to sleep because I wanted to open up but I couldn’t. 

Flash forward a few months… I had taken that time to truly work on the root of the problem, I had grown bitter towards God. Finally I was able to forgive him. I moved back in with my mom. Relationships were being restored and I felt that maybe, just maybe, it would be ok to return to dance.

So I did, it was about October/November of 2015, and I knew that I was back for good. I started praying that God would open opportunities for me to build friendships. Then they started happening, one after the other. Even if I was just saying “How was your week?” to some of the other girls, I felt so happy. 

I continued to go to dance, I enjoyed it. I started bonding with people. I got asked if I would be interested in joining the dance team. I was so happy with myself, this was a huge step for me. 

September 3rd, 2016… I was at the Alaska State Fair, I was watching the dance team perform. My mom texted me to tell me that there was a girl (Katie, whom was loosely acquainted with my family) that was at the fair by herself and so my mom had given Katie my number. So Katie came and watched the performance with me, she had some friends on the dance team (Megan and Becky) so after the performance we hung out with them. A forever friendship was born that day! 

This last week at my dance class I was thinking about this all, how my dance class and everyone there played a part in me not committing the ultimate act of selfishness. I was brought to tears with the realization of it. The Lord gave me an image of myself over the years, when I first went to dance I was a flower bud in the dead of winter, closed up, resisting love. Now I am a fully bloomed flower, I have friendships that continue to grow with each passing week, and I am accepting of the love that is poured over me. 

I encourage you all to find something this week, or even today that'll take you out of your comfort zone. Compliment someone, love on a stranger, greet someone you normally wouldn’t. You never know who may be benefiting from your actions. 

God Bless

“Praise the Lord! Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! His faithful love endures forever.” 
-Psalm 106:1 NLT

Thank you Hosanna for sharing your beautiful story here today! I’m forever grateful for you and our friendship! 
Xoxo, Megan Marie

P.S. For anyone interested in guest posting here on Meet You in Galilee, jump over HERE and send me an email. ;)