Sometimes I just get so frustrated with myself and life. I want to write in a way that makes people feel something. I want to change the world for Christ. I want my voice to be heard and to make a difference. But that's not how life works sometimes. I'm sixteen, I have two blogs, one of which has over seven thousand followers. Those are everyday humans like you and me, who have taken the time out of their day to hit the follow button because Erika and I have something to give them. So it frustrates me when I can't write, when I don't know what to say or how to say it, when there's just this wrench in my gut that won't go away, and I don't know how to articulate the words in a way that clearly depicts what I want to say. It's times like these where I know I need to trust God. He obviously has given me this desire and ability for a reason and I have to trust that He believes I am capable of doing so successfully.
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When I was seven I was racing scooters with the neighbor boy, and I guess we were going relatively fast. I ended up falling off my scooter and getting a hole in my lower lip, just above my chin, from a stone or something. I don't really remember much about that day but I do have a few vivid memories. I remember having to go to the emergency room and crying to my mom, "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Of course I was not going to die, I just needed a few stitches.
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"Choose everyday to forgive yourself. You are human, flawed, but most of all worthy of love."
alison malee L i b b y G r a c eAs you read what I've written in journal I want it to feel like we're talking over coffee. I encourage you to send me a note, so we can continue the conversation.
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