I've made my first pot of coffee in a long time this morning. I'm somewhat perturbed as I sip my coffee with FAT-FREE creamer. This stuff does not taste good. It's almost as bad as buying fat-free cream cheese or fat-free salad dressing, but for the record, I made the mistake of going to Getto-Eagle here in the North Side instead of driving the hike up McKnight Road. They are either out of everything or they've stocked their shelves different this week than they did last week. I know better than to go there for anything more than bananas and as I sip this nasty coffee, I think I might remember in the future.
Up at about 4:15am, I popped some prednisone and lay in bed snuggling with the furry child until it worked it's magic (the prednisone, not the furry child). For those of you who aren't familiar with prednisone, I call it "legal crack" and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. If you don't believe me, you should have seen me organizing my tupperware cabinets by 5:00am. I'm sure I don't need coffee today, but it seemed like a good thing to do while I emptied the dishwasher and reorganized the pantry. Haha, just kidding. I didn't reorganize the whole pantry. Just a couple of shelves.
So as I write this, I contemplate the Facebook thing. No one understands why I cancelled my account on there (except my crazy Aunt P), and truly, I'm not sure what I should do. Facebook under my writing pen name is no fun because I only have like, two friends on there. Haha, kidding again. I think I might be up to five or six people now...
(Sighing.) So, the few people that even give a shit have text messaged me as to why they can't find me on Facebook anymore. Then I have to explain the story (clearly, they aren't reading my blog - you know who you are). In this day and age, the idea of cancelling your social media in any capacity is like "she must be on crack!" (Hmmmm...)
I'm just still irritated about people running to my boss about stuff I post. I mean, seriously, what are we, in junior high again? I'm a thirty $#-year old woman who has a mind. A damn good one if the 3.87 GPA I just graduated with has anything to say about it. I live in the North Side, I mentor teen girls stuck in the foster care system, CLEARLY I'm going to have an opinion about the lack of life-education our children receive. My dear friend, Loleda, has started an amazing program at our church for kids around about the junior high age. These kids will receive the training and experience they need to one day go out in the real world and get a job without having to ask the HR person how to fill out the forms. THAT is my point. That is my point in posting a comment about someone asking me a stupid question. Parents really need to do more for their children today if they are ever going to succeed in the real world.
Anyway, if I choose to reactivate my Facebook account, I'll probably get in trouble again (or "talked to" again) about this blog or some post, but do I even care anymore? I believe our education system is lacking and it isn't always the teachers who should be blamed. I believe as an HR person, I'm going to see where some of these holes are and I can more passionately promote programs such as the one my dear friend has started.
And to whomever has a problem with my posts or my blogs, please delete yourself off of my friends list, especially since you lack the courage to do what Matthew 18:15 tells us to in God's Word.
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Showing posts with label Mentoring. Show all posts
The Beginning
I start this blog in mourning. But though I have lost many loved ones, it is not them I mourn these days. I mourn the childhood of three little girls. For these precious girls, I mourn not only the childhood they lost, but the rich and abundant life they should have had in their adulthood. I know with every fiber of my being that God has been and continues to turn this horror (for abuse of a child is absolutely horrific) into something greater than I ever could imagine. For though I rarely trust anyone enough to open my heart, I mentor young girls in the foster system with no hesitation. For them, my heart is open before I even meet them. With them, I discover a love that I never had. Each of these girls takes a piece of my heart and soul without even knowing it and were it possible, I would open my home to all of them.
God has placed in me a passion and a burden for these girls that I spent the early part of my adult life running from. I didn't want anything to do with the abusive life I and my older sisters were subjected to. I didn't want to face the anger and the pain that were buried so deep in me, disconnecting me from the woman God intended me to be. Not knowing my Savior, Jesus, I sought healing and redemption in all the wrong places. A student of life, I read every new age, self-help book I could get my hands on. If peace and happiness were offered, I absorbed it with profound desperation to free myself from the misery I ran from. I majored in Psychology to understand myself (and others). I investigated religion after religion (but never Christianity) hoping I would find the peace I sought.
I hated God, blaming Him for the wretched life I lived, the intense self-hatred that consumed me, but He loved me still and pursued my heart while I cursed His. One day, I felt His presence so strongly I could no longer deny Him. I began seeking Him and found the love I sought my lifelong. I found Jesus.
Within months of giving my life to Him who gave His life for me, my passion and burden for these girls was revealed. While many things have inspired me and inflamed me only to burn out quickly, this has stayed, growing stronger and stronger with each seminar I attend, each book I read, and each girl I mentor. I have found my life's purpose.
Through the ashes of my childhood, I have found the thing I was created for. I ask you, if you have not figured out God's purpose for your life, what are you running from? Is there a pain so great in you that you are consumed by it? If so, I wonder, is it perhaps the thing you have been created for?
God has placed in me a passion and a burden for these girls that I spent the early part of my adult life running from. I didn't want anything to do with the abusive life I and my older sisters were subjected to. I didn't want to face the anger and the pain that were buried so deep in me, disconnecting me from the woman God intended me to be. Not knowing my Savior, Jesus, I sought healing and redemption in all the wrong places. A student of life, I read every new age, self-help book I could get my hands on. If peace and happiness were offered, I absorbed it with profound desperation to free myself from the misery I ran from. I majored in Psychology to understand myself (and others). I investigated religion after religion (but never Christianity) hoping I would find the peace I sought.
I hated God, blaming Him for the wretched life I lived, the intense self-hatred that consumed me, but He loved me still and pursued my heart while I cursed His. One day, I felt His presence so strongly I could no longer deny Him. I began seeking Him and found the love I sought my lifelong. I found Jesus.
Within months of giving my life to Him who gave His life for me, my passion and burden for these girls was revealed. While many things have inspired me and inflamed me only to burn out quickly, this has stayed, growing stronger and stronger with each seminar I attend, each book I read, and each girl I mentor. I have found my life's purpose.
Through the ashes of my childhood, I have found the thing I was created for. I ask you, if you have not figured out God's purpose for your life, what are you running from? Is there a pain so great in you that you are consumed by it? If so, I wonder, is it perhaps the thing you have been created for?
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,
who have been called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28
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