It was time to take Micah to Nashville and get direction for our son. A few nights before we left I was up all night. I spent time seeking God about our situation. My heart was broken and my despair was without words, but God was there, and as always He directed me. He reminded me about the time when Miranda had the chicken pox. She was just over a year old and Micah had just turned three. Micah was determined he would not get them. I was positive he would. One day in the shower God moved on my heart to pray Micah would not get the chicken pox. I felt it was crazy to ask God to keep Micah from the chicken pox. As far as I was concerned, chicken pox was a part of childhood. After all everybody gets them. God continued to impress …show more content…
We stayed in a Ronald McDonald house which was located just beside the Vanderbilt hospital. Even though God had prepared me, I was still unsettled by the entire situation. I wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to run. I had to go through to get to the other side and going through was painful. We went to our appointment with the genetic doctor. It was amazingly pleasant. A very kind woman came in first and asked us loads of questions. We were even asked if we were cousins, which, of course, we were not. I had figured that would come up. I almost found it funny. I must say I was thankful to know Kevin’s mother was born and reared in Orego; therefore, making it impossible for us to be blood related. I was from Tennessee. His mother had moved to Tennessee and met Kevin’s father. His father was of no relation to my family either! They took lots of notes and said the doctor would be in shortly. Micah sat on the table and played his color Game Boy while we waited. The doctor came in and immediately connected with Micah. He was wonderful. He played with him and totally put Micah at ease. He checked Micah from head to toe, counted and measured Micah’s cafe-au-lait spots, and noted the freckling in the groin. Kevin and I watched and …show more content…
She asked me how Miranda was and I answered as usual. She again questioned me and then went on to say God had sent her over to me with a “message from God.” She told me God was going to make Miranda whole and for me not to back up. I had no idea what we were going to face. God was preparing me for a difficult month. Very reluctantly, we went to the beach. Micah went on Monday with my parents. Kevin, Miranda, and I went Wednesday night after church. While we were getting gas to leave, Miranda had to use the bathroom. I took her inside and Kevin pulled the van up to the door. We came out to get in the van when Miranda looked down by her door. She picked up something and said, “Mom, I just found $100.00.” I told her to let me see. To my amazement she had just found a one hundred dollar bill. There were no other cars around or people. Miranda declared God had given it to her. She was extremely excited and I was confident God was looking out for her. It might sound silly, but I saw it as hope. Hope was hard to come by so I took all I could
I leaned my head against the car window watching the leaves blowing around, just trying to distract myself from a slight feeling of emptiness inside of me. This feeling seemed all too familiar to me. My family and I had all of our possessions packed into boxes yet again. We were moving to a new state. At this point, up rooting our lives and starting over almost seemed more like a hobby than anything more significant. However, I have just now come to realize that what seemed like constant inconveniences in the past, have actually taught me how to be the best me with influences all around the country. Living in three different states and five homes may have been a challenge, but it provided me with memories that I wouldn’t trade for anything because those moments created the person I am today.
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Well the week of our trip to Memphis Tennessee had finally arrived ! My colleagues Beverly,
An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.
Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.
Cindy?s eyes were closed, when she opened them, before her there was a beautiful baby blue dress and a shiny pair of glass slippers with gloves and a tiara, and outside there was a beautiful carriage with white horses. Cindy smiled in pleasure and started to thank the lord. Then she heard the same voice again saying ?make sure you are home by 12:00 or else your blessing will run out and you will go back in the ragged dirty clothes.?
Living in Dallas Texas is not so bad. I lived in an apartment building that was not so big, but the worst part was that there were tons of roaches. So we decided to move to Frisco.Also my dad has a job there. As the last few days of school came we started packing. It was hard because my brother was giving a hard time to my Mom. On the last day of school we left to go home. We had a scheduled flight to Puerto Rico to visit some relatives. After we came back we went to Houston to visit my cousins. They stayed with us for a month in my house, then after days of packing they left and we started packing. We did a lot of shopping P.S I HATE SHOPPING oh and P.P.S. I only like shopping if it's for me. We had most of the stuff in backpacks & suitcases,
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That day came sooner than expected. My student picked a oad from south texas to the Los Angeles area. He made an excellent choice except for one reason. That reason was that load couldnt deliver early, adn it gave us a week to go just 1400 miles. We had disacussed those thigs before, but he made a mistake and we dealt with it. How, well we stayed in south texas for three days, partying at night across the border in Mexico, and sleeping it off at the terminal each day. Then we left for California. This was his trip, and I was just a buddy riding with him. He called all the shots, you know, where and when to get fuel, meals, breaks, and all the rest. WHe said he was ready, but he failed. WHy did he fail, because he was doingquite well until we
Knowing how to adapt to change has been, perhaps, the most supportive characteristic in my life. My experience moving to Texas was a huge challenge which I had trouble overcoming. I lost friends, an amazing environment, and also the future I had planned for myself while living in Minnesota. Through that life-changing event though, I did come across pleasant change. My relationship with God became more concrete, and I was given new opportunities for my future. Although I did not understand it at the time, my relocation improved my education quality, turned me into a better person, and gave a new outlook to my walk with God
My mom was at choir rehearsal at that time. When she walked in, I told her that the Lord had said to move back home. Being a woman of God, and without any hesitation, my Mom said it would be okay.
Having lived in the southern coastal region of Texas I have seen many of the beauties that nature offers, but many of these beauties also bring complicated needs to those they effect. I've discovered the power and magnitude of lightning storms I've been entranced by the soft crashing of the waves on the coast but the most beautiful and perhaps the most devastating phenomena I have ever viewed are hurricanes. Hurricanes have swept through my home front on many occasions, these powerful giants drift through towns decimating all in their paths breaking trees, ripping roofs off houses, and bringing with them a flood like no other. The high water and gale force winds that comprise these natural wrecking balls can cripple families and in my community
After tucking our youngest daughter into bed last night, she asked me if I could ask my three guardian angels to watch over her. This came from out of the blue but I thought little of it. She then said a little prayer asking God to send more angels to watch over Daddy and myself. I went to the other room thinking how sweet this moment was.
Al told his sister there is no need to clean today, as it is Sunday. “To the chapel” Al announced. Faith and Her brother made their way to the chapel. There they worshiped, and Faith praised the Lord for her brother and his love. She also was praying for mercy because she would have to find somewhere to stay. Afterwards Faith when outside to
I was 12 when I learned that my cousin had died. It was June 21th 2012. My mom told me that I couldn’t go to school on that day. I really begged my mom to let me go because it was my last day of the 6th grade but her answer was “No”. I didn’t know what was going on and she was like “Arisnely vamos aquí abajo a la casa de Rosa” and I stared at her and hesitated for 2 second and then asked “Hacer que para aya abajo mami”--to do what? All she said was ”just come”. I had never expected what was coming. Jesus was sick and my family was going to visit him. I had faith that I was going to take care of him as soon as I arrived to the Dominican Republic. Except this thought change when in a really sunny day, my cousin Ivi told me the news but not straight to the point. Everything began with “Tu sabe que cuando dios necesita a alguien se lo lleva, para que deje de sufrir.” --you know that when god need someone he's going to take them with him. “Ahora solo piensa y ten en tu mente que él está en un lugar mejor donde nadie le puede hacer daño”--Now have in