Superhero

One day, I wore a Wonder Woman shirt to work. One of my little friends asked why I had the shirt on. Before I could reply, she came up with her own answer. She proclaimed that I was a superhero. I laughed and thanked her for recognizing how I awesome I am.

Truthfully, I don’t spend time thinking about being awesome but her words made me think about the superheroes in my life. They weren’t wearing capes or masks, but their actions changed my life forever. They were simply walking in their gifts and in the calling that God had on their lives. I’m thinking about one superhero in particular.

Mrs. Hunt was my Girl Scout troop leader. Later in life, she became Mrs. Bell but for most of my life, she was Mrs. Hunt. She was awesome! She had an energy and passion for mentoring girls that I haven’t seen since. She was loud…and funny….and God fearing. She prayed with us and for us. She championed us even when we didn’t want to be championed.

Our troop motto was “Leave every place better than it was before you got there.” If the campground was clean before we got there, it was going to be even cleaner when we left. I’m just going to speak for myself. I wasn’t a big fan of the motto. I thought getting things back to their original position was sufficient. Even though, I wasn’t necessarily a fan of the motto, I lived by it. If I didn’t, there would have been a price to pay.

I don’t have sufficient words to pay tribute to her or share with you just how much she shaped the woman I am today. We did life together. She attended every graduation I ever had. We worshipped together…ate together…vacationed together.

I was looking for a picture of myself on the day that I got baptized to attach to “Take Me to the Water.” I couldn’t find a picture. Long after I posted that blog, I ran across the picture of me and Mrs. Hunt that I attached to today’s post. It was taken on the day that I got baptized. I cried because I don’t even remember that moment, but she was there for that day too.

We would have a bridging over ceremony when we were going from one level of Girl Scouts to the next. We would usually go to the Old Mill in North Little Rock because it has a bridge. The older girls would stand on one side of the bridge to welcome the younger girls who were coming over to their level. Mrs. Hunt passed away when I was good and grown, but it was far too soon for me. I imagine her now in heaven waiting for all of the girls she mentored to walk over into Heaven’s gates.

Are you a superhero in anyone’s life? Is the life your’e living right now making a difference? It should. We all need to be conscious of leaving this Earth a better place than it was before we got here. #wepreach