Every morning, I do my daily devotion with God. I noticed a while ago that whenever I do it, whenever I spend time with Him my day is just amazing.
Today, I didn’t do my morning worship, but so far this day has been good. I started thinking, Do I really need to spend time with God to have an amazing day? I realized I wasn’t spending time with God just to spend time with Him, it was just so that I could have a good day. So I was using God for my satisfaction. Sometimes I get so worried when I don’t do it. I’m just like, Oh no, I didn’t do it, today is going to be awful I already know it. Earlier this week I did my worship and it was a pretty awful day.
I realized that when I do my worships with the One and Only, I should be in the right spirit. I should want to be with Him and talk to Him because 1.) He’s amazing and great, 2.) There is no one else like Him 3.) He created me, the heavens and the earth, and 4.) He makes my days wonderful and I should be grateful. I’d be useless without Him. My friend, Kiara, called God her Beloved and I just love that. I’m going to steal that from her.
A friend at school called me strong (not physically). She’s a close friend that I made this year.
She called me strong. Wow.
Mom, chill nothing’s ever that serious.
I’m not sure if this is sexism…but my whole life my parents have been softer on the boys (I kind of understand why, they do have sickle cell disease).
But my mom is just TOO soft on them
My brother, he’s 27, he’s been living with my mom for over a year now. He’s rude and disrespectful he expects people to treat him good while he treats them poorly. He eats all of the food, sometimes I don’t eat anything because he ate it all. He’s super selfish. He plays his music super loud (we live in an apartment building, he doesn’t even care about our neighbors). My mom doesn’t do anything. She does NOTHING!!!!
We live in small two bedroom apartment so there’s and extra bed that my brother sleeps on. Lately, he’s been sleeping in living room. So today my mother asked him why he’s been sleeping in the living room. He told her because of my alarm.
My morning schedule
I set my alarm at 4:50 to let me know that I have 30 minutes le…
*This was a draft I wrote in October. I’m not going to finish it because I don’t feel like it.
…But I don’t really care about my mother’s opinions or her rules. I’m grounded for something petty. She’s forcing me to read Ellen G. White and forcing all this religious crap on me. Uh-uh hell naw. I believe in God, and I’m a follower of Him. I do my daily devotion. I go to Bible study because I chose to, my mom didn’t force Bible study on me. That was my choice. I do try my best to be a better person, you know. Treat others with kindness and be giving.
Idk why but my mom thinks I’m this unholy person.
I got accepted to Columbia College Chicago and I’m probably not going to be able to go because of $$$. So that means I have to stay at home and go to community college. I need my freedom from my mother. She is a weight on my shoulders that I can not get rid of. I do love her, dearly, but she can be a little too much.
I honestly don’t know what to do.
Don’t stress over people that make you feel like shit
You are The Shit 💩
So … I like musicals. My favorite musical is called The Rocky Horror Picture Show. IT IS THE BEST MUSICAL ON EARTH!!!!! There is one line in the musical I like the best, the line is “Don’t dream it, be it.” I just love that line so much!!! I like the line because I’m always dreaming and never actually doing. For example, I’m always dreaming about singing and dancing on stage, but something holds me back. I have so many wants and dreams. I need to stop dreaming. I have to just do.
*I started writing this in June of 2014. The last time worked on this was September 1, 2014
My therapist doesn’t blink his eyes and that bothers me so much.