Just 3 calls and a question

Somedays are just tough…i do not know why I let these days get to me- I have most of my life, looked very positively at things and at people-trusting and believing that people are Great…but as I said somedays are just tough. This past Thursday had been one of those days— I had been prayerfully wondering where the good was-:) Work was tough- my co-worker and friend was sick-I had about 25 thank you notes to write and had not completed ANY of them, and to top it all off- I had emotionally eaten twice in the same week…and this makes me so unhappy with me. Ok…basically it was a bad day-
Well, it was about 4:00 and the day was winding down- I was working on some things with my amazing student worker, Kate- when I got a phone call from one of my dorm supervisors- she sounded a bit upset and after I listened a bit- I realized that there was yelling in the background. She told me that there was a young woman who was being treated unfairly by her roommate…..I do not get this situation alot..but occasionally this happens and we work through it—lots of talking and lots of discussion and a prayer for and with each other- and things are usually fine. This time the upperclassmen roommate was being very hard on her newly acquired freshman roomie- not only was she being pretty harsh to her- she also had the suitemates of the room being pretty tough on her as well. It was harsh— the upperclassman suddenly wanted a private room and the younger girl- did NOT get it….the young girl was crying and saying, “What did I do wrong? Why don’t you like me?” Those of you who know me- know that I am a VERY emotional person- crying in worship, at commercials, at movies, at people….. so this- well this just broke my heart. I tried to talk to the older girl- I told her that if she wanted a private room- I would give her one- but that I would move her. She was very upset over this and started yelling again….it was pretty evident she wasn’t going to listen. I finally had the opportunity to talk to the young freshman student- I told her not to cry- that I promise I will take care of her and if she will just hang on and trust me- I will make things right for her. I told her that I did not want her living in the suite she was in and that I wanted her to let me do better for her! She calmed down a bit and then she started crying again- she told me that she couldn’t move- her mom and auntie and grandma had worked so hard to set up her room so pretty and that they lived in Memphis and she couldn’t ask them to come back….or tell them that she was moving all they worked so hard on. Wow, what an amazing attitude- what a heart. I asked her if she would mind if I called her mom and talked to her- she said no and immediately gave me the number…adding-I talked to her, she is REALLLY mad. I hung up the phone and literally said a prayer before calling this mom. I was crying by the time she answered- not sure why- maybe I just needed a good cry, maybe I was a little fearful of my words, but mostly because I knew what this mom must be thinking about her sweet child dealing with this and how far away she felt! I spoke with the mom and told her that I wanted to call and let her know that I wanted to move her child- I told her that no one ever deserved the treatment she was dealing with and that I was going to take care of the young girls who put her child through this- in a manner that they might learn a lesson… I also told her that I was going to take her daughter under my wing and love her and make sure she found the love for FH that I had found…. The mom said- do I need to come there and I told her that I would take care of everything and if she wanted to come she could but that I would make things good for her sweet little girl. I also mentioned that I would handle helping her child move-she thanked me A TON and then hung up the phone- I immediately called the little girl back and told her we were moving…..to wait there and in a bit there would be some people there to help her. She said she would wait. I felt a little sick— I knew that it was supper time on campus and that most of my dearest student friends were busy with interface stuff….but I made 3 calls— 3 — told them the smallest bit of info— basically, there is a girl I need to move- she has not been having a great experience- and she is scared-I would love it if you could go over and help move her and show her how great FH people CAN be. They all answered with ok but not sure if I can get anyone else to help…. everyone is pretty busy. I told them that was ok- we could all handle it. I had a bit more to do in paperwork for the move and made a call to the new roomie- who was so excited to be finally getting a roommate. :) It took me about 25 minutes and then I headed over to the dorm- she was leaving- As I made my way to the second floor- I could hear noise— lots of noise-oh well, it is a dorm….I opened the door and made my way to the girls room— I took a peek inside and there they were— literally 23 people!!! 23 people…surrounding this young girl- with love and laughter and a desire to help. I couldn’t really contain my feelings and I teared up— I again realized the greatness of this place that blesses my life and so many others everyday. I watched as the whole process took place and saw this young girl feel the joy of friends and the peace of God through these servants… it was beautiful. I know this is a long way to get here…but- 3 calls and a question and a life is nurtured, touched, changed. I am blessed.