What does it all mean? Lately, I've just had a lot to say.
Our lives are filled with relationships. Good one's, bad one's, one's that don't mean anything in the end.
Some of them are good, some are wrought with drama and headache, sometimes you can pick the relationships you want
like with your friends but some relationships like family you are stuck with no matter what. Read More »
I used to have everything yet I didn't even know it. Yes we were poor, but we were a family. Sure I fought with my mom a lot and my dad would always tell me I was wrong, that I shouldn't start a fight with her. Well my mom could be a real bitch, crazy, and mean. But, I could always cry on her shoulder, and she would always listen to me. Read More »
Developing Your Friendship With God~
An intense, intimate relationship with God is a treasure to be desired more than gold itself. We have an ongoing connection with almighty God; let’s not waste it by neglecting to spend time with Him. Read More »
Acceptance – we must first accept the fact our children have fallen away from their Lord. Denial, pride, and fear keep us from the truth. It is this truth that leads us to lift our children in prayer, to lay them on the alter and leave them there for God to mold and to make them as He sees fit. Read More »
Happy Father's Day!
This is a special day to celebrate fathers all over the world. However, here in Japan, Father's Day is a bit different than it was in the states. Read More »
So, I've been taking a psychology class and recently were learning about child development and such. Well, this all brought me back to my child development class. In my child development class we would write a mini-short story using the vocab words we learned that week, I once wrote about a single-parent father. Read More »
Dear Daddy,
You called yesterday, but you didn't even bother to speak to me. Do you know how much that hurts. Read More »
I didn't mean to find it. It was an accident, completely unexpected. One morning, while rummaging through my mom's dresser, I discovered, at the back, a journal. Looking back, I don't know what compelled me to open it, but I did. The last thing I expected was for it to be written to me. Read More »
