My Little Chocolate Chips

My Chocolate Chips! When we think about Chocolate Chips we think of those little burst of sweetness that add to an otherwise boring cookie or normal bread. But that not what I’m talking about, I’m talking about My Chocolate Chips, my Sunday school kids!!!

My Thoughts on Woodstock 1969

Woodstock 1969, I wasn’t there. In fact, I wasn’t born either; my mom had to of only been 9 maybe 10 years old. I reflect on Woodstock only on what I read in text books, internet and what I have heard about that eventful 3 days in history now 40 years ago. I remember before I dedicated my life to God when I was 14, watching hours of MTV and hearing about Woodstock. To me at the time it was a grand and amazing event, a one of a kind that I hope I could see repeated and I could attend. Now at age 25, I dread to see a similar event come together. In fact, I fear for it. Woodstock to be honest was to me now a nasty, insane, ungodly and devilish event and I refuse to give it any glory.

A Time to Play and A Time to Cuddle

I don’t know whose fault it was hers or mine, I think we saw each other at the same time. She followed me as I walked by peering casual in. I brought my fingers to the window being careful not to tap, but she was glued immediately. She stood back and stared and I could hear a little growl from her little throat moments before she tried to attack my fingers. I laughed out loud! For ten minutes, I slowly moved my fingers across the window, for ten minutes she attempted to attack the window, licking, biting, growling and wagging her small little tail. I was captivated by her and she by me.

Just Sing...

“Just Sing,”

It seems to be what my heart and soul was crying out for me to do. But everything else told me not to sing. I had just cried till I had no tears left, I had been having a rough day, more like a rough year. I didn’t want to sing, I wanted to cry, I wanted curl up and die temporally, and I did not want to sing. I was to low in spirit that singing would not help, it would not solve my problems, and it would not meet my needs.

Heritage or Bust!!!

I don't know about you but planning trips are fun!!! I love looking for deals on hotels, mapquesting exact details, finally rented my first car (25 now) and so much more! Often I have everything planned out weeks in advance! I know exactly what time I'm leaving, how much I'm going to spend and so much more but when you travel with our youth group... You Just NEVER Know what going to happen!!!

New Blog!

Ok I know another Blog! Don't you have enough girl! Well I wanted this one to stay with stories but I want people to meet me for who I am! The not so normal girly!!! LOL I just started but mark it, follow it or whatever! I used to have an xanga blog but not everyone can comment and so I will be posting some of the old favorite from there. Hope you enjoy!!!

How Old Am I?

Birthday: the anniversary of a birth. Simply said by Webster.

On July 5th, I will celebrate just that, but how old will I really be? According to the actual day I was born, this year will mark my 25th Birthday, the 25th year anniversary of my birth, a celebration of life. But how old am I really going to be this year? I was born 25 years ago, that should make me 25 right?

Advice from 25 year old!

Ok so in a little over a week I'm turning old! LOL Well only 25 but that halfway to fifty!!!! Crazyness!! I'm having a "midlife crisis" not really but it really been a weird thing for me lately! I've been freaking out for weeks. Well I guess it because for 2 years I don't really remember so I think it snuck up on me!

"Mommy, Look At Her!"

I was having a rough day, well that would be a great understatement. I woke up late, I was late for work. I wasn’t able to take a shower, my clothes were sorta wrinkled and my hair was a mess! When I get to work it was crazy busy, I was on the go the minute I stepped in. It seemed every call that I answered was just plain rude to me. Everything went wrong and I could go on and on. Minutes before I was supposed to clocked out my boss, yelled at me for something I didn’t do, but I just tried to grin and bare it instead of pointing fingers.

May 26, 1996

She was just a skinny little 10 year old; she looked like every average kid out there. But if you could of seen her heart you would of seen pain, suffering and bleeding. If you would of seen her soul it was black as coal, old and dirty. On May 26, 1996, in what normally was the cafeteria for the campgrounds, was a small church gathered together for a Memorial Day “Family Camp”. Three little wayward sisters, who had just been introduced to the a "new" part of the family where able to go to this forest retreat. After a service, preached by Bro. Hopkins, who has now gone on to be with the Lord, that skinny little girl stood up wanting to know more. Who would of known on that day, the Windows of Heaven would open and come down to this lost little girl in the world, but Thank God it did happen.