whitney dziurawiec

In many ways I feel worlds different than the last time I posted. I am wrapping up a summer of living in a staff communal house, with chaotic dinners and borrowed cereal and shared bowls of popcorn. Our room is a constant tornado of clothes, papers, books, and sand. Sand, everywhere. For the first time in a long time, I felt known. I didn't feel the need to smile when I was with them, which is how I define true friendship. I had four girls whom I discipled this summer and three of the four are criers. We're talking every Bible study, every discipleship, crying. Every time. I made it through somehow, helping them navigate their wild emotions and bridle them to be used by Christ, rather than being a hindrance to Him. And my prayer still is that 2 of my 4 women would go to the nations. The nations. God gripped my heart with His heart for the world this summer. He reminded me why I'm on staff with Cru. Not just to help students, not just to reach the students on my campus, ...