My name is Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
I have a lot of feelings. Decently talented but painfully introverted. Wholly redeemed.
This is one of my favorite pictures from the trip I think.
This was the little Moleskine I journaled in throughout the trip last week. This little book got stickered, sprayed, sweated on, creased, covered in dirt and even shoved in a crate full of shears and weed eater cord. Yet still it lives!
The perspective shift.
Journal entry, July 21, 2012.
Some more pictures from our kids club site last week :)
Chillin’ at the Drury last night after the long week of working hard. I love how this picture turned out. :)
This girl made me giggle because she was getting completely covered in chalk as she drew, but she didn’t care one bit. Kids rock. haha.
This kid owns my heart now, guys. You can all go home.
He was the sweetest, although he always seemed sad and never got excited. His younger cousin was mentally disabled, but he was always watching his back and taking care of him. I tried to praise him and tell him he was doing good because I could tell he was craving that and probably didn’t get it much elsewhere. He stuck with me, and he’d tell me he loved me, too, and he’d reach for my hand as we walked him home. I would have brought him home with me on the bus in a heartbeat.
Here are some pictures of me with kids :) We’ve been asked not to give out names and such for safety reasons, but these are just a few of the ones I got to love on and who touched me. I feel like over this trip, my perspective has changed on so many levels. I’ve been on other trips, but this one was different. We weren’t trying to change them…they were changing us.
The nickname for our kids club site was The Skillet, because it was a church parking lot that practically sizzled in the sun. After a while, though, we were covered in sweat enough that it wasn’t so bad. It was definitely a sticky place though.
I’m going to be gone until next Saturday to Memphis with my church. I shall miss you all. I won’t have email, messages, etc at any point during that time, but if you send me something, I’ll get it later, rest assured.
If you’re worried about not getting enough of me:
Peace out my homies. Thoughts and prayers are most definitely appreciated. I will miss you all dearly. Don’t die this week, okay?