The Reason for the Season

Point blank: Jesus. 

As we move into a more industrialized, technologically advanced world, life in general is becoming more and more materialized. People are becoming more dependent on phones for comfort, screens for confidence, and other people for personal excuses. Around the holidays, emotions run even deeper as people selfishly and anxiously shop for materials to give to other people they use for excuses the other 364 days of the year. It's truly heart breaking how selfie-centralized this nation has become. From a secular viewpoint, Christmas is a season of family and giving. Christmas is one day a year where everyone puts their differences aside and loves the way we are called to love every day. As Christians, loving and giving are our commands. As Christians, we should be spreading the good news of the gospel through loving and giving every day of the year, especially around the holidays when people are stressed over self-centered wants. The gospel message is full of comfort if we take the time to uncover it. Jesus died so that we could live. Jesus lived a perfect life of love and service and obedience so that we as Christians could follow in His footsteps and love and serve and obey our God. Christmas is the time when we celebrate the fact that Jesus didn't have to do anything He did for us. He didn't have to go through what He went through. BUT HE DID. And THAT is why we celebrate this season. THAT is why we can follow His example. We know that He is perfect, He is loving, and He is worthy. Praise God this season for giving us an opportunity to celebrate Him!

In all seriousness

Well, our parents lied to us. You CAN have too much fun. I've been doing it for too long. 

I made it into my sophomore year of college. I'm on my own for the first time, finally able to make my own choices without the burden of paying for them (for now). My earliest class is 10 am, only on Mondays and Wednesdays. I start class at 12:15, 3:05, and 11:15 the other 3 days of the week. I go to my classes, take notes/doodle/social media throughout class, I spend my time in between classes in meaningless small talk with my acquaintances, and I eat a cheeseburger for lunch every single day. I live my mornings routinely, and I fill my afternoons with the first social opportunity I am offered. I do homework 1-2 nights a week, if that. My spiritual life is slacking because I am far too focused on meaningless small talk and my boyfriend. I fight with every minute of the day to hold on to the friendships I barely have. My name is Jenna, and I have too much fun. 

Tonight I am burdened by my sins, which is a good thing. I don't feel heavy, I feel empty. I feel as though I have ignored my weaknesses and my shortcomings to a point where I'm not exactly sure what I struggle with. I've tuned out the bad in me, and in the world around me. This being said, I've tuned out the good in my God. 

It is time that I get serious. The meaningless small talk I engage in throughout every day is just that - meaningless. Sitting idly by while the life God has blessed me with passes around me is a quick ticket to rock bottom. Pushing away reality with random "things" to block out the evil that I'm afraid to face does not make a way to get out of facing it.

I believe my flaw is that I see life as a broad whole. I believe God has a plan for my life, being my future. I forget that each moment I am alive adds up to equal my life, leading me to unconsciously take advantage of each day. I casually "check in" with God throughout the day to let Him know I am thinking about Him, and I go about having fun doing what I want to be doing. I forget about strengthening the ONE relationship that matters. I forget to empathize through deep conversations with those around me. I forget to study. I forget to live the life that God has given me in the ways that He expects and deserves for me to live. It is far beyond the time I should get serious about my life and my faith. I know what I need to do, it crosses my mind daily. It is far beyond the time that I do the things I think about. My prayer tonight is that God would remove all that is not necessary for Him to strengthen my faith and my relationship with Him so that I can get serious about His purpose for me, and becoming the person that He created me to be. I know I will not be perfect, but I will strive to keep Christ central to me in my actions, thoughts, words, and decisions. I will seek total surrender to Him each morning before I get up to face my distractions. I need Your help, Lord. I want Your help. I love You, God. 

xo- a daughter of THE King

9.28

"She's in love, she's in love, can you see it? She's in love!" - a 12 year old girl sang this to me when she found out he and I were a couple on an impact outing in March. I brushed it off, "I can't be in love, I don't know how." 

On September 28, 2014, I spent the night at his house. I laid awake in his bed for hours after he had gone to sleep in the living room. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about us. It was that night that I admitted to myself that I am completely in love with him. 

Does that scare me? Ha, should it not? But I'm not afraid to feel it. Love is my favorite emotion. Plus, we both strongly believe that God brought us together for a reason, and right now that reason is to learn and grow together, side by side. God wouldn't lead us astray. If God is truly the center of our relationship, which we aim for every day, then we will make it through anything. 

Our love is different than anything I've known before. It's a godly love, a love from God, a God-centered love, in human form. Loving him only brings me to love God more, when I physically see and feel a simple human love as strongly as I feel it with him. God loves us like that, AND MORE. It's the most beautiful feeling I could have ever imagined. 

I can't wait for the day when I am able to say to him that I am so in love with him. 

I wish this was more in depth, more strategically written. But I'm so tired I can't see straight. So, until next time. 

Summer 2014

Has been a summer of every emotion. Bliss, love, numbness, anger, and depression, not in that order. 

February 5th, 2014 I met him. 3 months later I loved him. And 3 months even later I know that he is in my life for a while. 

This summer he went to work in Cali for 3 months, meaning I don't get to see him unless its on Skype and I don't really get to talk to him unless its 3am. But I know that in 1 month he will be back, and we will be the same as we were 2 months ago before he left. 

This summer I was planning to be in West Virginia with a team from my school doing missions work with some local churches, but God had other plans for me. I had to take 2 online classes at the beginning of the summer because I lost my scholarship. I got a job as a nanny for a 12 year old girl. I wasn't going anywhere outside of a 10 mile radius this summer. God's plan for me was to stay at home in the place I'm desperate to leave so that I can learn to face my demons and trust in Him. He wants me to be here where I am familiar in order to be comfortable and able to learn His word and grow. He needs me to be here for the people closest to me, to be a light for Him while I learn what that means. 

I've learned so much through experience this summer. I started off completely depressed as I always am when I'm in Lexington, surrounded by my ugly past. I didn't think I was ever going to be good enough for Him or him or them. But unlike other times in my life, I continued to seek His face and His presence. I continued to look up at His wonderful glory. The mercy of the ultimate Physician. The love of my all powerful, sovereign Father, who promises to be faithful no matter how faithless I feel. He continues to break me so that I will continue to see this love and mercy and faithfulness. He continues to break me so that he will see me at my worst before he gets to see my best. He is teaching me about praise and wisdom and righteousness and love. I wanted the summer to end for the first month and a half, but then I realized that was no way to thank my Father. To wish that I could be where I wanted to be doing what I wanted to do while He is graciously giving me all that I need right here is plain ignorant. But He is forgiving. He knows that I hurt, and He fills my heart with joy and peace. He is reminding me that His love is first and total, anyone else can not compare. Also, He has shown me that because He loves me, because He is willing to love every part of someone so dirty and wrong, that he CAN actually love me, and I can love him too. 

I love my God and appreciate His power so much more for this summer, and I know that on August 14th, 2014 I will fully understand the purpose of it all, more so than He wants me to know now. 

I'm still here

Because I'm not allowed to give up,

says my eternity. 

And the Owner of that eternity is one good reason to fight.

He loves me anyway.

I spent the entirety of my teenage years chasing after my own will. For 9 years I thought my beautiful family could withstand anything, that the brokenness of divorce had been fixed by the love I had found in my new family. For 4 years I tried to piece my heart back together by creating a sense of reality out of the dream of my first kiss loving me unconditionally. For 16 years I believed that I wrote my story, I made my own choices, and I knew what was right for me. For 16 years, I was dead. I was dead in my sins. I was spiritually, mentally, and emotionally dead, and I felt it physically and socially. I lost every "friend" I ever thought I had due to my lack of interest in anyone but myself. If I didn't have him, I didn't have anybody, and for 3 years too many, I didn't care. But after 3 years of genuinely not caring about anything or anyone, I was tired. I was worn out. I was alone, and I started to realize it. I thought I was hopeless. I thought I was unloved. I thought I was never going to see the sun again, simply because I had turned away from everything I had ever known to hold on to. 

I was in my room alone one night, crying out to God. "God, why the hell am I here? There is no purpose for me here. No one cares about me. No one cares that I'm hurting. YOU don't care that I'm hurting, or else I would be okay. What did I do to deserve this?" And God said to me, "Jenna, seek me first and you will understand." And I said, "...fine. I have NOTHING to lose." So I started going back to church. There was never a specific instance at church that I can say I rededicated my life after a great message, it was more of a process of realizations. I realized I had no purpose because my purpose was outside of myself. I realized I had no one left because I had turned them away for an immature dream of what I thought my life was supposed to look like. I realized I was depressed because I craved pity and I was completely comfortable with giving it to myself. I had become comfortable with depression. Around the time of this realization, God told me about the immense joy that came from living with Him. I had started my freshman year at North Greenville University, the first decision I made not on my own intuition but on God's guidance. One day in English class, my professor challenged us to think of the last time we had been truly happy. It scared me how much of a challenge this was for me. I really had no idea that "happy" was more than just a word, and that worried me deeply. As I went throughout the next few days, this idea really pressed on my heart. I was unsure how to go about figuring a solution out until Thursday night at BSU that week. I had never had a worship experience where I felt the Lord's presence until that night, and it was truly life changing. I began to understand what it meant to be transformed when a person met Christ. We sang the words that I have chosen to live each day by: "Your will, Your way, God. Let it be done in me."

I prayed these words to God as I sang them, and a genuine smile appeared on my heart and on my face. I realized that God was the ONLY way out. I began to trust God's will for my life because I knew that nothing could disappoint me further than I had been disappointed before, so I wholly surrendered everything to Him, and my life was permanently changed for the better. He is my Savior. He saved my life. He saved my heart. He saved my eternity. Without Him I would be dead, but because of Him, I am fully alive. 

HE IS RISEN, Happy Easter everyone.

-xo

North Greenville University

Home away from home- that's what I consider this insanely amazing school. From the beautiful view of the mountains to the love and genuine care of the people around me, the atmosphere of the entire school leads me to believe that this is the only place I am supposed to be. I'm surrounded by the most Godly influences I have ever imagined knowing, who are passionate about teaching everything they know about who the Lord is and what He wants to do through my life. My daily goal has shifted from self-centered or world-centered to Christ-centered, and I know that I have nothing to complain about anymore. I have nothing to be sad about. I have no reason to question what's happening to me because I've learned throughout my life that there is a bigger and better reason than I can even comprehend at the time.
However, this does not go without saying that I have now seen more and more mistakes that I have made and that I make daily. Being at North Greenville has opened up my eyes more than anything I have ever experienced has. Before coming here, I thought I knew everything I needed to know about how to handle things. Not that I was wrong with the things I thought I knew, I was wrong with the perspective I had on everything. I always thought, "I did so good in this situation! I handled things better than anyone else could have! I was right, like always!" Maybe I did do good handling a situation. Maybe my intuition or my knowledge and advice did end up being the right answer. But the intuition and answers didn't come from me, they never have. If it weren't for God's awesome power, I would never have gone through any of the things I went through. I would never have gained the knowledge I have now if it weren't for Him. It's been Him picking me back up off the ground, even when I've been leaning on anything and anyone else. All glory, all righteousness, all answers that I may seem to give, He deserves the credit for.
I'm really not the best writer, but I hope that somehow I can share the love that I've found in Him and the reasons why I'm trusting in Him in a way that makes sense. I don't feel like I know how to share His love for me in words that are understood by anyone else, but I hope I can get to a point where it just comes naturally. After all the times He has saved me, how could I not give my life to Him?

College Bound

North Greenville University bound in 9.5 hours.

So far the only thing I've felt is extremely sad and scared. Sad because I've said goodbye to the best friends I've only recently gotten to know. Terrified because I don't know how to be without my mom and my sister, and I don't really want to know either. I'm not ready to leave everything here behind.

On a more positive note I think I'm ready to grow up a little bit and meet some new people. Maybe once I get there I will be more excited. Hopefully. Tonight my prayer is for my family, that we will make it through this and be strong for each other. There will no doubt be a lot of tears, but I'm hoping that we can all stay strong for each other and for ourselves. 

I think we will all be okay.

Graduation

Is it ironic that he was sitting behind me at my graduation today?

Not there for me like he should have been, but his new girl. Behind me.

The past 4 years are done, they won't consume me anymore.

Here's to new beginnings.

LOVE vs lust

Today I learned the difference between love and lust, which lead me to realize why I've been consistently losing the same battle for so long.

Lust is something that can never be satisfied. You always want more and more, it's never enough. Lust takes but doesn't give. If you're in lust for someone, you take what they have to offer and give nothing in return. No thanks, no favors, no surprises to melt their heart the way they long to melt yours. Lust is a dirty thing, that will never have the capacity to fill your spirits.

Love, on the other hand, is something that can be satisfied. Love is giving. Love is truly wanting nothing more than the loved to be happy, no matter what the cost. Love is fulfilling to the heart, it's always enough. It feels complete to love if it's really love. It is satisfying, willing, and selfless. Love is a beautiful thing that no other feeling on earth can compromise.

The difference between love and lust is easy to see if you know the difference. For example, try giving someone everything they ask for, and everything beyond what they ask for. If they return the favors, they love you. If they keep asking for more than what you are already giving, they lust you. 

Lust doesn't always have to be a sexual term. Love isn't a word that should be gently tossed around, because it is so much more than just a word. It's a beautiful feeling that any person is lucky to come across more than once in their life. These are two of the most powerful and meaningful words in the english language, that could be used to describe a feeling, a relationship, or a complete lifestyle. Don't let someone lust after you and call it love. In the same way, don't continue to say you love the one who only lusts after you.

It's good to spread love, yes. My life is full of trying to share as much love and the idea of it as I possibly can every day. But it's not good to throw around the term as if it's a simple concept. It's not good to think you're in love with someone who is in lust.

I have taken a step back after learning these concepts to realize that I have been doing this for far too long. Had I known the difference sooner, I would have saved myself a lot of heartache and confusion. Although it hurts to know that I have not been loved but lusted by the one I call a soulmate for so long, I am glad I know why it hasn't been working out, and I thank God for this experience. I gave a little too much and always questioned why I didn't get anything in return, it's simply because I was in a love vs lust relationship.

A word of advice: Take a closer look at your relationship before you become too far gone.

-xo

I N D E P E N D E N C E

I thought I couldn't get any stronger.
I thought I was strong enough to stand on my own two feet no matter what the situation.
I thought I could make my own decisions and they'd always be right.
I thought I wasn't coming back down to this place of sorrow and weakness.
I thought wrong, because I fell back down hard.
I fell down real hard.
Lesson learned: I wasn't as strong or as smart as I liked to think I was, and God's way of proving me wrong was to kick me back onto my ass and not give me any kind of support system but myself to get me back on my feet.
In a way I want to thank God for this despair and loneliness, because He's showing me how to be independent.
Independence is the kind of strength it's about time for me to learn.
Timing really is everything. Just when I'm about to be on my own He teaches me how to do it. So here I go, I'm standing back up. On my own this time, with no help from any direction, stronger than I was before.
I think I'm gonna like this lesson.

Strength

I guess I've just hurt for so long in so many ways that I don't feel anything anymore. Not for long at least.
I'll cry my eyes out for a night and wake up the next morning feeling somewhat relieved, like my time asleep was the time for my body to reconstruct my mind and my heart.
I don't always feel 100% better, but any better than my breaking point is good enough for me. I tend to do some pretty courageous things at my breaking point, things I wouldn't do when I'm trying to act like I have myself together, and I realize a lot more of the truth at these moments than I do otherwise.
I guess that's when I'm the strongest. When I feel the weight of the world is being thrown at me by everyone I love, when I feel like no one wants to stick around, when I feel like I'm just a waste of a body, I realize I can actually be wrong. That's when I accept the facts, admit the truth about everything to myself, and move on, one day at a time.
It's okay to not be okay, but what a waste of a happy life it would be to live that way. Why cry when I can bless others with my smile? Why worry about how someone else is living their life when I can create a future of my own? Why be weak when I can be strong, not only for myself, but for others who may be struggling as well? I may very well be the only example of strength through the hard times that someone will ever see, and that may very well save someone's life.

"Don't let today's unhappiness carry over into tomorrow's success." <-- Even though you might be selfishly leaving me, I love you more and more every day for this. Thank you for lifting me up when I have fallen down the hardest. That's the reason why I always have and always will accept the love you offer. At the times when I doubt everything you have ever said to me, I will always be here for you as much as, if not somehow more, than you've been here for me. You've taught me what love is. You've taught me the reality of the world more than anyone has. You've taught me what's really important in life. You taught me who I want to be, and what I stand for. You taught me how to stand on my own two feet and do what's best for me, not what's best for anyone else. I truly can't thank you enough, and I will never be able to tell you with words how much I love you, but I hope somehow you know. I hope somehow you'll always know. I love you.

Confused

I've never in my life had allergies before. I'm not sure if I'm developing them or if this is just a cold, but either way I'm sick. I had a cough attack at work, like I was choking only I could breathe. It was so random.. Anyways, after that fun was over, I got back to my job. I hopped back on register and took the order of a mom, her grown daughter, and her daughters' little boy. I guess they saw my coughing fit, because after I took their order, the mom told me that she hoped I feel better, and she was so genuine about it. The point I'm trying to make, is that that comment somehow made my day.
I don't know how I've gotten back down to the low point in life where it takes nothing but a smile to make my day, but here I am. I told myself I'd never let myself fall this far again and I meant it, but here I am. I don't even know why. But now that I'm here I'm finding reason after reason to be, and I don't know how to get back out. The only option I see is to wait. Just hurt until it stops hurting. I don't have anyone to come back and make it better, because they all left. Even the one who just came back around is leaving again.
I'm just confused as to why everyone leaves. I'm confused as to how the hell I ended up back at rock bottom when not the first thing had gone wrong.
Maybe this is the side effect of too much time alone, aka the side effect of graduating high school early.
I'm gonna let go and let God this time and maybe I'll make it out okay.

Now > Then

The funniest part about the picture is how innocent I was when I wrote it. I didn't care one bit about the "friends" I "lost" in middle school. I had no idea that it would take heart break after heart break in every area of my life to find out who I was, I thought it would just come to me.
Growing up? HA. Little did I know that that was barely even the beginning.
Drama? Middle school drama. Probably me and someone at my assigned table arguing over markers.
Starting over? The hell if I started over with anyone. I have no clue who that was even about. I don't even remember the names of people I talked to in middle school, after four short years. Those friendships I thought were worth worrying about, I don't even remember.
It's actually scary how different I am four short years later.. I know exactly who I am, but I had to LEARN in the hardest ways. I know what it means to have a bad day. I definitely don't have the innocence I had in middle school. My high school destroyed any innocence anyone still had before they went there. I know what it means to like a boy as more than a friend, in middle school I liked every boy I thought was cute. I know what it means to have drama between friends. I've watched friendships and families break apart with more drama than I ever imagined in middle school.
The innocence of a child is one of the most precious things left on this earth, and it is overwhelmingly upsetting how quickly it is fading.
We have 14 year olds, even 12 year olds getting pregnant, partying every weekend, using more foul language than your average 17 year old boy. It's the kids my age leading these younger kids down the path to destruction that they will have not the first idea how to handle, because as children, they still have that naïveté about the real world. Until mommy and daddy stop driving you around, chaperoning social events, paying your way through every little thing you want or need, the more childhood innocence you truly still have.
I had no idea what people were like, what real hardships were, what real emotions were, or even who I myself was until recently. Until recently, I also thought I knew what I was doing, but I am still learning just how wrong I was.

xo

Now < Now

I've loved and loved and loved, only to stand almost completely alone time after time. I've given my heart to others, only to watch it shatter, right before my eyes. Although, somehow I always seem to shut my eyes before I have a chance to believe that my heart is somewhere it shouldn't be.. It's like my mind shuts itself down because subconsciously it knows that I am somewhere I shouldn't be, in a situation that's I could have avoided if I wouldn't have shut my eyes to begin with.

Sometimes I find myself falling back down into the depressed state I was in for a good many months in the past two years. I let the past heartbreaks and mistakes catch up to me, and I start thinking of things I should have done differently. And do you know where that gets me? Certainly not back into those situations to do those things differently. There is no reason for me to dwell on a past that I no longer have control over. There is no reason for me to be upset about the things I didn't do, when I should be focused on what I need to do now to make my future as bright as it should be.

A very, very close friend of mine sent me a text tonight, not knowing anything that was going through my mind. I don't think he will ever truly understand how much these words just helped me: "Well feelings suck. And I know how to hurt pretty damn well. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're one of the few genuine people left in this world. Whatever it is I love you and you're going to go places with your life. Don't let today's unhappiness carry over to tomorrow's success. Keep your head up."

That was almost the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me, and it REALLY made a huge difference in my currently jumbled state of mind. I've grown into a pretty positive, clear minded, goal oriented person over the past 3 years, but there are still times when I catch myself falling back into the negativity that got me into medication and therapy before. On the bright side, tonights struggles helped me realize:
1. I AM going somewhere with my life. I will be attending North Greenville University in August of 2013 to study psychology. In the mean time, I am spreading love and kindness to people I pass throughout the day in hopes of making some kind of difference somewhere along the way.
2. No hurt can last forever. The sun rises every morning, even if the sky is a little cloudy. So why waste time that I could spend being happy being upset over something that already happened, something that I can't change or undo? Just let it be as it is.
3. In saying this, everything happens for a reason. We love and lose so that we know what it means to love, but so that we also know how it feels to break, in the end making us stronger and more prepared for the next time something doesn't go our way.

Happiness is truly a nothing much more than a mindset. If you think positively, you will spread positive vibes through your words and your actions.
I've just got to remember to keep my head up, and find the beauty that is always hidden somewhere in a situation.

Happy Easter!

When I was little, my brother, my sister, and I would draw pictures for holidays and "decorate" our rooms with them.
I'm sitting at the computer and I look up on the wall above it, and I see a cross from Easter a few years ago. We still have that on the wall, as well as a happy Easter sign I made.. A little awkward but a little more precious.
We used to be so innocent around the holidays. I think our main concerns were the gifts.. Christmas presents from Santa, chocolates on Valentine's day, Easter baskets on Easter.. Now that I'm older and don't get the same joy out of things like looking for the red light of rudolph's nose in the sky and searching endlessly for my Easter basket, I actually am trying to take the time to remember the real reason for the seasons.
Christ died for us, so that we could be happy and carefree everyday for eternity.
On this day He is risen, and our lives are truly blessings from Him!

Just Keep Breathing

It never occurred to me that the ones who once needed me to feel, would soon forget everything I was for them.

I've realized that the ones who work the hardest earn nothing close to what they deserve.

The most surprising thing I've noticed, however, is that even after everything I've been through, everything I've learned, everything I've become..I still manage to forget everything I've learned and everything I've been through when it comes to making similar decisions to the choices I "learned from." I continue finding myself in uncomfortable positions with no way out, because I seem to keep forgetting that I know how to avoid these situations. I don't understand my issue here. I know the state of mind I DON'T want to have, yet I continue to sit in the state of mind I promised I'd never see again.

What am I to do but lean on my Father? I'm nothing without Him, but I'm not seeming to understand how to be something with Him. I'm blessed to be at a school surrounded by people and experiences that can teach me more about how I can experience God and know who He expects me to be as His daughter.

-xo

Blessing In Disguise

I've been paying close attention lately to the little things in my day that I've always taken for granted. Every morning I ask God to show me a blessing in disguise, but one afternoon at work I realized that they're everywhere anyways. You just have to look for them.
It's a beautiful thing, really. The smallest acts of kindness can really brighten your day if you pay attention enough to notice them. Simple things like a customer giving someone in front of them a few cents to help pay for their meal. Someone complimenting my work/work ethic while I sweep the floors in dining room, it's really encouraging. A simple smile from one person to another.
Every one you pass by is fighting some kind of battle, and I know first hand that these little acts of kindness go a long way when you're feeling lonely or somehow broken.
I read a story about a man who walked to a bridge one day, and when he got there, he jumped. The police searched his house for any signs why and found a suicide note that read, "I'm walking to the bridge. If anyone smiles at me, I won't jump."
My point is, share a smile every chance you get. Any random act of kindness, no matter how big, small, or relevant, it could save someone's life.

I Still Suck At Writing..

My last post was before I started high school, this post is right after I graduated high school. I graduated a semester early in January of 2013. Senior year.. I made it!
It's just so funny to me to look back and read the posts from before I started high school and compare them to after 4 years of high school experience.. I wrote down things I thought I knew, only to realize four years later that they were only ideas. Those ideas became so real through my high school experiences, but I wouldn't want to learn them any other way than I did. My four years of high school were filled with every kind of emotion from love to heartbreak, bliss to depression, and everything in between. There are a lot of memories I wish I could forget, but even still I wouldn't trade them for the world.
I started high school with cliche thoughts of what it would be like. But now, four years later, I look back on those thoughts and realize just how wrong I was.. High school was very far from the best four years of my life. There were so many hard times I had to go through that no one should ever have to experience. I would never wish the amount of hurt I felt on anyone. Although I say I hated high school, without it all I would not be the strong, independent, genuine, beautiful soul that I am today. I couldn't be more proud of the girl my pain and mistakes lead me to be.
I am stronger now than I ever imagined I could be, and I am happier with myself than I ever thought possible.
Thank you high school, for being the worst four years of my life.

My Current Obsession

Ask "Does Jesus know me as his disciple?" Rather than "Do I know Jesus as my savior?"

-Pastor Rob Tims at LMBC and the Evangelism Linebacker.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then the world will know peace."

-Jimi Hendrix

"You got enemies? Good, that means you actually stood up for something in your life."

-Eminem

"If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything."

"And when you speak of your dreams, I realize I will envy whoever you give your heart to."

-Matt Nathanson

"If you can't find something to live for, you best find something to die for."

-Tupac Amaru Shakur

"Let's stop looking to other people, and start looking to us."

-Chris Crocker

"I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go."

-Kelly Clarkson

"It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not."

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, expect nothing, and you'll never get hurt."

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who - instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures - have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm, tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."

-Henri Nouwen

"When you hold yourself together, sometimes things actually get better. It's all in how you percieve it. So obscure your normal perspective, you'll benefit."

-Megan Gabrielle Jumer