fear.

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deut. 31:6

Why should I be worried?
I've got all I need.
But somehow, it's not enough in my head. I get stuck on wordly things. Great things. Things that I thought were great.
But my heart knows that I've got all I need. Screw everyone else. I'm happy with Him. He provides, loves me for who I am regardless of faults, and will never leave me brokenhearted.



alright I'm done whining.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9fPJM1qdWo

Let me know that You love me
Let that be enough

reach for the bright side.

In a matter of 24 hours, my bad attitude and "glass half full" outlook is gone.
Mostly because He loves us (little chapel reminder)
And coffee with a friend.
I'm a verbal processor. I said things. My friend said things. I realized things. I said more things. I said dumb things. I said great things. I talked a lot, mostly.
But now things are good. Really, really good :D
yikes.

Tonight, I write from the top bunk of my dorm room at Ambrose. Here I am again, surrounded by awesome people, and I do not want to be here. I love these people, but tonight, it just seems like everyone is driving me crazy, this bed feels weird, the caf food is gross, but the only thing is that I miss home. I live so close to here, I can commute if I wanted. But I let myself get so comfortable during my month at home for Christmas, and now I am back here in this strange place, no sibilings or parents, just me barely scraping by at school.

It's just a getting-over-it thing. I'll be fine in a week. Til then I'm just going to pout.

I'm feeling new again. I'm feeling like it's alright that this Christmas break is coming to an end now. I am at a point now where I feel like I can take this new semster and make it mine, and get through it. At the end of this past semester, I was ready to explode, and did do so on my roommate (sorry sorry sorry). But now, I feel like that's gone and I'm ready to get back.
Although I will miss my own bed.

I really just want to point out the fact that I get to sit at home on my butt for another 9 days and watch my sisters and brothers go to school all this week.
Yep! Love it!

Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be.

Sometimes life just doesn't work out how you want it to. You wish you could have said things different, done things different, wish you hadn't done things at all.
But no matter what, no clock is going to stop or go back for you to change the things you did. You're stuck with the past that you lived. And there's options of what you can do with your past. Give it up to some higher power, shut it out, lie about it.
Sometimes things just don't work out, but it's always going to work out no matter what.