A few weeks after the Denver Yoga for Congo event, we were getting ready for another one.  This one wouldn’t be in a big city, but instead, a small Utah town.  It would be the second time around for this town, too, and no one knew what to expect.

I was still so tired and trying to figure out how I had felt about the Denver one.  But I was truly looking forward to this one.

I woke up to snow and cold.  We worried it would keep people away.

But I was literally awe-struck on that cold morning in that little town as that small room was completely filled with women.  Completely.  We could not have fit one more person in there.

And once again, the love was overwhelming.

These good, sweet women truly opened their hearts.  I am always amazed at the level of trust someone has to have to come to an event like this.  It is highly emotional and easy to feel vulnerable.  That amount of love and trust humbles me each time.

One woman thanked me with tears in her eyes for coming to share this with a small town.  She said she often feels like small towns are glossed over like they have nothing to give.

I think each of us feels small at times.  Like we have nothing to offer.  Like we are insignificant.

I am witness that none of us is too small.  These women were perfect evidence of that.

On a cold, snowy morning in a small town, a small group of women gathered together and opened their hearts and gave so much.  Together they loved enough and raised as much as I have struggled to raise at some larger events.

One woman couldn’t even stay the whole time, but gave more generously than almost any donor in the past.  Another completely emptied her purse when she left, because she just wanted to give everything she could.  Woman after woman that I could talk about from that morning.

And then, when I drove back to my girls, there were 5 little anxious faces, just bursting with “wait,” to know how we helped “their Congo ladies” that day.

Knowing and meeting people like that changes my life and makes me better.  Moments like that remind me that all of the work and sorrow at times is so very worth it.  From it springs the most abundant life of all.

You always hear that one person can make a difference.  I don’t think very many people actually believe it, which is why, at any “cause” event, you have dozens of people who “wanted to come,” but didn’t, for one reason or another, but truly, simply, because they were sure that others would show up.  Any charity event director has heard that again and again.

But the one more person who comes makes an impact that they cannot imagine.  No cliché about it.

Never feel too small.  Small and simple things are what bring miracles about.  Small things change everything.

Vernal, UT, Yoga for Congo Women 2011, Photos by Tory Mathis

5 Responses

  1. Debbie Domenici

    I am so glad you had a good turn out. I really wish that I could have made it out. I pray that our financial situation changes and I can attend next year. Cannot wait until you are here and we can visit again. You are right about feeling small. I have definitely been feeling that way a lot lately with our lives being in the situation that we are. Thank you for being a wonderful example to me! I love and miss you so much my friend!

    October 29, 2011 at 7:03 pm

  2. glad to know that we all feel small some times. i am feeling a bit that way these days too…..


    November 1, 2011 at 10:26 am

  3. It was such an amazing experience!! So glad I was able to be there! I needed to read this and remember it today. I love you!

    November 3, 2011 at 9:26 am

  4. i love it ann, your vision is spreading like wildfire.

    November 3, 2011 at 2:00 pm

  5. It is amazing the difference one small person can make, yet at the same time the strength that is found when many small people come together to unite under a cause.

    I’m proud of you and every person that comes to these events! Every person leaves moved and uplifted!

    Love you :)


    November 6, 2011 at 3:54 pm

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