tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45738473469543788072024-02-18T23:41:29.299-06:00Living the Life of a College StudentMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-13245335989914521462015-01-21T02:24:00.002-06:002015-01-21T02:24:41.504-06:00Dancing on GravesI came across a blog today. I read it. I closed the page, and later I went back to find it. I kept drawing back to this post. She titled it "He wrote it down." I related on so many levels. I posted on face book, and later my mom commented. She reminded me that she will always be here, no matter what I decide. I am still trying to figure out what me dancing on this grave will look like. I Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-73429584394431741982014-11-11T18:20:00.002-06:002014-11-11T18:20:38.206-06:00HereI am here. I promise. I am alive and well. I am struggling internally. I am fine on the outside, but it is the inside that matters. I am losing words. That's probably why I haven't written. I think it may also be that I am unsure of what I want others to know. I am a very private person. I would also be considered an introvert. I always thought of myself as an extrovert. But, that's okay. I have Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-92001780787298257542014-10-24T13:44:00.003-05:002014-10-24T13:44:24.314-05:00RoutineI am back at college. Settling in. Funny thing is that I have been back for almost a week now. It doesn't feel right. Well it does, it just isn't the same as being home. Funny thing s that at home I kept thinking about things I needed to do one I got back to college. I found a church I think. They have a shuttle, so I can go on a Sunday morning even though I don't have a car. It's what would be Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-20237133515143877132014-10-16T22:33:00.002-05:002014-10-16T22:33:24.136-05:00Happy HeartsMy heart is happy today! I am pretty sure if I asked any of my family, they would say the same thing too. I have spent the day just enjoying their presence. I slept late, I played with kids, I held a sleeping baby. I smiled and laughed. I am really enjoying these moments that I have at home. Busy Bee was excitable the entire day. Showing me everything, inviting me to play, and best of all, askingMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-30684036972333399602014-10-16T01:47:00.001-05:002014-10-16T01:47:22.130-05:00Home!!!I am so relieved and excited to be home. I started the day with classes as normal, and around 5 pm I was greeted with a phone call that said "we're here!" I ran from my room to the security entrance in the main hall. Greeted with big smiles and "mikle!!!!" while practically throwing herself in my arms. (The 3 year old) Then of course, the overwhelming smiles and relief on my sisters face when I Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-71070257759076100222014-10-15T00:45:00.002-05:002014-10-15T00:47:24.474-05:00LateI know, I know. It is late. I am going to bed soon. I just wanted to reflect on today a little bit.
I had an emotionally draining day. It started off with good news, I got an A on a paper and 100% on the in class memorization due today, but as the day went on, things started piling up. I can pinpoint every moment that caused any negative emotion to pop up. Not that these moments were necessarily Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-64269171483358381272014-10-12T20:50:00.001-05:002014-10-12T20:50:34.930-05:00FocusI can't focus for the life of me. I know I should be doing things, getting things accomplished, being productive. I know that if I were to make a list, I would be able to recognize that I worked today. I got up, I did my job that I was hired to do. I had an interview for another job babysitting, and I did some homework. Why then, do I feel completely unproductive? Why do I feel as though I have Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-25557653684446461732014-10-09T20:05:00.002-05:002014-10-10T00:50:31.710-05:00My Delimmas'I honestly don't know what else to call my posts... I am running out of options! I think my blog is pretty boring anyway, I don't know that anyone reads it. It doesn't really matter. Mostly I am blogging again to get my feelings out, and to make sense of the jumbled mess that always seems to be my brain. It seems that when I can't make sense of everything, I get more stressed, so I write. I have Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-53274201173948036532014-10-06T20:23:00.000-05:002014-10-11T18:01:21.484-05:00The FogI feel as though I am walking around in a fog. Just a haze that covers my life. I honestly don't know how much of this is physical/emotional. I keep reminding myself to stay in the moment, to focus. I don't know what else to do. I just have to survive. I found out my official grade in one of my classes today... it is an A+! Pretty good. Now, that might be the only one I am doing that well in, butMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-50142256575329718932014-10-04T20:06:00.003-05:002014-10-04T20:06:41.904-05:00This Is Now!Well. I didn't mean to take a break from writing! I haven't been as consistent as I would like... maybe that's an understatement! I have never been very consistent at blogging. But I am realizing that's okay. I think, it boils down to the fact that I want to be real, and not stage my entire life for the internet. I am realizing that a lot of people tend to stage their life around what they think Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-16422823963424205622014-05-26T23:03:00.000-05:002014-05-26T23:03:07.840-05:00The sayings of me (and The Boys)I got a job as a nanny this summer. Four wonderful, handsome, and adorably cute boys. The age range is 6 months, 3 years, 6 years, and 12 years... A BIG handful. It is a wonderful job though, and I have already learned to love these boys. Though at times I hear things being said, sometimes cute, funny, sweet, or just bizarre coming out of both my mouth and the boys...
(3 yrs) It's not sleeping Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-36970173506133013602013-12-01T22:53:00.000-06:002013-12-03T22:53:47.645-06:00WHOA!!!
It has been a while since I posted. I didn't mean to leave you hanging there. Only since, um, February!!!
Lets see... We had Fine Arts. (I entered 13 things) My first Prom. I turned 18. That was in May... We went to camp. Angelica went to El Salvador... Oh wait, she didn't post??? Maybe she will... Maybe she won't. We went on a month long vacation... If you read my mom's blog, Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-4994316592212902652013-02-17T20:58:00.002-06:002013-02-17T20:58:58.300-06:00God's CallI am seventeen. Since I was little, I thought I was going to Africa. What I was going to do there, I wasn't sure. What I was always sure of was that God was calling me there. Recently, maybe a year and a half ago, maybe two years, I started questioning if He still wanted me in Africa. I started praying, A LOT. Like, more than I already was. My brain injury completely healed approximately a Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-71482265329793897612013-02-15T20:23:00.000-06:002013-02-17T20:37:50.624-06:00Valentines
OK. I don't remember if I posted about this last year. Mom has started making it a point to spoil us on Valentines day. Kinda nice if you ask me. So, this year was no different. She showered us with gifts, and a special dinner. It was a really nice day. She even overcame the obstacle of Angelica's allergies, and my sister got a nice cup filled with the only kind of candy she can eat. Dinner, wasMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-76636462448561425142012-10-13T15:09:00.001-05:002012-10-13T15:09:33.562-05:00Epic Fail
OK, maybe not EPIC. But, it was pretty big. Recently, mom bought a cooking stone at goodwill. A great find, considering it was only $10. AND, it was still in the box. Which means, we had instructions, and we now have three. Totally excited, because I love cooking with these things. Technically, this one is a pizza stone, but it can be used for all sorts of things. Pizza, bread, and cookies!! NowMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-28292635934146780262012-08-31T16:56:00.000-05:002012-09-02T14:28:11.202-05:00Nationals, Here We Come!!!So, obviously if you read my mom's blog, or my sisters blog, you know whats been going on. We got the opportunity to go to National Fine Arts Festival. I explained here what fine arts is. I also told you that two of my nine entries made it to Nationals. Me being as busy as I am, this is obviously a little late. Let's finish in August shall we? I got to nationals for my short sermon, and I Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-18849142790359825492012-07-08T18:09:00.001-05:002012-07-18T18:35:17.728-05:00Giveaway!My friend Kara is doing a giveaway on her blog. The gifts are really cool, rules are simple, and I hope you will join! Here is a link: http://klarabellecandy.blogspot.com/2012/07/20-follower-giveaway.html
There is also another giveaway going on. She is giving away a full blog design. Click here to enter!Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-41395636482607870632012-07-07T11:57:00.001-05:002012-07-18T18:33:00.864-05:00New PostI backdated a post here, just in case you wanted to know.Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-59439995126113600462012-07-07T10:32:00.000-05:002012-07-07T10:32:22.232-05:00Life #1OK, so on my to do list is to wear a shirt that says life and hand out lemons. I did this on the Fourth of July. My sister and I were having a lemonade stand to raise money for National Fine Arts Festival. I will backdate a couple of posts later about fine arts. I made the t-shirts that said life and had a verse. The design was my mom's idea, but we all kind of worked together on it. I was Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-62696941612442572682012-06-06T18:31:00.000-05:002012-07-07T11:58:55.563-05:00Me Empty- I have felt sadness for so long that it is my norm right now. When I don't know what to feel, I am usually sad, or numb. Numb is the worst. Those days that I know I should be feeling something, but I can't feel anything. I am not happy or sad, angry or scared. I simply exist. I am present, and most people don't even know that there is anything wrong, because I have learned toMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-75223558380673146402012-06-02T21:04:00.001-05:002012-07-07T11:59:14.045-05:00Miracles
Sometimes, the most simple moment is also the most profound.Maybe its looking up and seeing two miracles walking across the grass.It can bring a love and sadness and joy so strong it will bring you to your knees. In public. Surrounded by so many others. Others that see your face and know so many of your thoughts. And will get down on their knees with you and bless God, or fate or whatever powerMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-31286116786753665172012-04-24T13:08:00.000-05:002012-04-24T13:08:00.854-05:00Good QuotesMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-85273848975165514242012-04-23T13:06:00.000-05:002012-04-23T13:06:00.437-05:00Phyllis McGinleyMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-71444545042560682152012-04-22T13:05:00.000-05:002012-04-22T13:05:00.686-05:00Acts 16:31Miraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573847346954378807.post-80364750675805441822012-04-21T13:03:00.000-05:002012-04-21T13:03:00.422-05:00Good QuotesMiraclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14906760739628201184noreply@blogger.com0