Original Writing : Make Room

I don’t know when the consultant will visit again, and we need more supplies for the office.

I left my 4 year old daughter, family, friends, job, and church home to follow Jesus. I was excited about the new journey, but at the same time I was heart broken. Because I left not only my family, but my only daughter whom I love so dearly. After my first semester at ORU back in 2013, I went home to Arkansas until the next semester started. I was able to spend time with my family. When time to come back to Tulsa I decided to bring my daughter back with me. My family was a little worried because I didn’t have a place to live wih a child. Children wasn’t allowed to live on campus. My family encouraged me to leave my daughter home so I could finish my education. I refused to listen. I wanted my daughter to experience everything God was doing in my life as a family. She came back to Tulsa with me. During the process I found out I had some family here in Tulsa. I met them and got acquainted. My daughter and I was able to live with some family members for a while. We lived out of bags. And slept on an air mattress for a season. I was able to go back to school. And enrolled my daughter in school as well. Eventually, I was able to connect with the Single Parent Care Pastor at Victory Christian Center. She referred me to Elizabeth Lodge. It’s a Transitional Home. We lived there for about a year. I enrolled back into school. I was able to get my daugter into Victory Christian School as well. I finally found a part time. I was

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

Penelope and her grandmother watch as Edward ran away in hopes that he'd learn to stay away. Watching him run down the path they thought it was safe to now continue walking to their third and final destination, the wizberry bushes.

“Do let us go downstairs,” I pleaded to John. “There are such pretty rooms there.”

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

In this chapter, I recount some of the many home visitation incidents that helped convince me I was dealing with

My daughter immediately began packing her stuff; she was going back to her Nana’s house. After packing what I felt was important and securing the backdoor as well as we could, we left and went back to my mom’s house. The next day I called the owner and told him I was moving back home. I felt defeated and taken advantage of. Not taken advantage of by the owner, but just in general, by life. I asked the two neighbors closest to me if they had notice anyone around my place the day before, but no one saw anything. The elderly man that was normally sitting outside by his fence was at the hospital with his wife all day. The male who lived directly next door stated he worked all night so he was sleeping the majority of the day. So we packed what was left of our items and just like that we were back home, back in my childhood room. We were going back to where we felt secure and protected. It was a short experience, but it showed me how looks can be deceiving and sometimes we don’t always make the right choices at the right time. I felt so vulnerable, but at the same time I felt I was meant to go through that situation so that I could appreciate what I had. It wasn’t about being an adult or being on my own, but being able to protect what I loved and cared the most about. I loved my shoes, especially my Nike Air Jordan’s to be

If you look in the Sayre park art room, you might see someone standing in there painting or drawing or maybe even sculpting with clay. She is very elegant and friendly. But who is she?

willing to move, despite the distance from the store! I was overjoyed. I knew that God

October 20, 2007. A date that will be engraved into my head forever. I grew up in what I believe to be a perfect town, Lakeville, MN. It was close to the cities but far enough to grow farm fields. I grew up with two older brothers, Andrew and Derek. We lived in a safe neighborhood where everyone knew each other and if our mom wanted us home all she would have to do is scream our name out the front door and we would come running. Andrew was always the one who had to watch over and babysit me on nights that our mom was out of town. We have always had that inseparable brother, sister bond. Andrew is 11 years older than me so when it was time for him to move out and get a place of his own, I was so sad. He ended up moving only about two miles away, making it easy to still hang out with him all the time. I always looked forward to spending the night at his apartment because I was able to stay up past my bedtime. This night started off like any other Saturday night we ordered food, carved pumpkins, and watched a movie. It was going on eleven o’clock and we both were getting tired so we decide to head upstairs to our own beds. I was sound asleep when I woke up from a bunch of noise and people yelling. I was confused and didn’t know what was going on. My door to my room swung open and the next thing I knew I was painfully getting drugged down the stair by a man I’ve never met before. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of my brother’s face, I could tell he was scared. With a gun

Jack knows very well that some astronauts ignore the consequences of space weather when going on missions. He has heard one of the astronauts who went on a mission to explore the Moon exposed to solar flares without any protection except his space suit. This is completely stupid and dangerous since high energy protons will be emitted during this event. These high energy particles can deposit their energy when passing through human’s body and ionize particles in the human body. These will do damage to DNA which is mostly not repairable by human cells. Though this event always happens simultaneously, the astronaut should avoid exposing in the space when detecting

Coming from Missouri to California, I have experienced His magnificent creation in new ways that I never have before. His ability and creativity are on display everywhere you look, especially around the coast. It’s unfathomable to think that he not only has the power to create this earth, but the intricate care to control the tide. God has also shown his fatherly love for me by being my constant source of comfort throughout my transition moving from Missouri to Vanguard. In the absence of my earthly family, his presence has been constant and he has provided me with a new family of friends. Lastly, he has blown me away through his display of his sovereignty. The other night, I lost my wallet around midnight while off-campus. I returned to the place that I lost it 10 minutes later and it was gone. My wallet contained my MO driver’s license, my student ID, Health Insurance card, AAA card, military dependent ID, $40, my debit card, two gift cards, a room key, and my car key. I prayed for 12 hours that it would be found with all of my IDs and keys attached to it. I didn’t even care about the money and debit card. Right as I was walking into the police station to report it as stolen, I got a call saying that someone had found my wallet and that although there was no cash or debit cards in it, it contained numerous IDs and keys. God, in His grace and sovereignty, returned my wallet

I will definitely be praying that God would give you wisdom and guidance in the matter of Ruthie. I know and understand that it has been a challenge for you and that things haven’t been easy dealing with Ruthie. My advice would be to talk to Ruthie’s counselor/psychologist/doctor and explain the situation and see what they say from a mental health expert standpoint. In the end, you have to access if you’re able to continue to live with Ruthie. I know that you have talked to Ruthie about all these things and there has been very little change in these areas. Maybe you could also make an appointment with the director of a group home in the area and check out what the facilities are like and the living conditions.

Ask me to move nicely. Yelling “Git!” does not endear you to me. And give me a minute or two to move. I’m getting on in years. Don’t rush me. I hate it when you touch my tail. I have always hated it. I will always hate it. And when you try to make me move faster by nudging my backside, you touch my tail with your knee. I know you know what you’re doing. That’s why I glare at you. What I’d really like to do is to bite your tail and see how you’d like it. You eat, like, six times a day if you include snacks. What makes you think a scoop in the morning and a half scoop in the evening of some dry dog food is enough for me? Why do you think I’m always rooting around in the garbage and licking the kitchen floor underneath the chair of the sloppy