Revival.

I dread because I have so quickly forgotten. It is strange how the tired parts of these bones hope in their own little way that maybe  perhaps buses wont come. That plans have changed and they turned around. What an odd thought. Because while I'm in it, I am revived by each second that passes and by each face that I see.

Learning names and being goofy. Getting extra excited because of how animated these kids are without even knowing it. These jolts of reminders of feeling like they do now when I was a camper those days so long ago looking up to people like Megan, Joe, Sarah, Brooke, Karen, Jay and Meagan. These people were on my path and parts of my personality fed off of them and grew in various ways, helping to develop other individuals who will hopefully take on the trend and pass those positive characteristics yet to another... and soon.

It is truly amazing to see what one person can change or influence in anothers life. Like musical notes mixed with lyrics. Coming together to create something beautiful and unique.
Life.
Lives and the ways in which we come and go. I spend four days with nineteen fifth graders. Those who's names I have learned in fifteen minutes and a name is so important. Four days of impact filled with continued revival in why I love what I do. Little bits of me continue to wake up from whatever this is. And I can feel myself slowly coming back to life feeling others heartbeats in rhythm with mine and dancing and singing and swinging. Spending these moments that we've been given, doing what we know best. Smiling, laughing and loving. Teaching, growing and loving. Helping, serving and loving.

Nineteen reminders. Each one reviving my heart all the more.