This Is Me

When I started this blog almost two years ago, I wanted tell my story in hopes of touching someone’s life. I wanted people to relate. And most importantly, I wanted to share Christ.  This will probably be the hardest to post, but if what I write or what happens to me has the ability to influence someone who might be going through the same situation—I’ll take that opportunity. This past week my heart was broken. I was let down. I was crushed. I was stabbed in the back. I was at a point in my life where nothing made sense. How could someone be so heartless? What did I do wrong? In one hour, everything I had planned for my life was shot to pieces. Everything I thought God wanted for me was gone. Point blank—I was devastated. At this point, there were two roads I could have taken. I could choose to be mad at God—after all how could a God that claims to be love allow this happen? How could He watch me hurt? Or I could take the rocky road. I could trust. Trust that this was ...

        I know Father’s Day is a few months away, but for today’s post I wanted to write about the man we grow up calling, “Dad.”         For some, a father is a man that walked out. For others, it’s a person busy making a living for his family. Yet for others, a father is one of the most influential people in their lives. My dad.           After high school, I decided to go to college about 800 miles away from home. Texas A&M University. While my dad was adamant about me going to Mizzou (which was only two hours from home), he supported my decision and on August 22, 2010 he dropped his first-born daughter, daddy’s little girl, off at her dorm and said goodbye. In the midst of his busy schedule, my dad always managed to find time to send me a, “Goodnight, I love you,” text right before bed. Not just once a week. Or every so often. But EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT .   When I didn’t make good grades. When I ...

Looks like we’ve made it to 2014! As a new year begins, I wanted to write about something that I believe we could all add to our New Year’s resolution list. The focus today – prayer. As most of you are aware by the below-freezing temperatures outside, the other day the Midwest was hit with a snow storm. My brother was scheduled to fly back to Connecticut the day the storm hit. Naturally, the night before he flew out, I prayed my best prayer for the storm to be so bad that my brother’s flight would get cancelled and he would get to stay another day. The next morning---flight cancelled. In all honesty, I felt pretty proud of myself after that prayer. God answered that one fast, I must be getting good at this! Then I started thinking about my prayer life. Lately I’ve been hearing my prayers go a lot like this, “B less me. Be with me. Watch over and protect me. Forgive me.” What’s wrong with prayers like that? They all end with ME .            The Bible ...

I am probably one of the most headstrong, stubborn people out there. I will openly admit this. Usually, it’s my way or the highway. Sometimes it’s a good thing, but more times than not it gets me in trouble.  Growing up, my brother and I were always bestfriends. At just two years apart, we did everything together. Played Barbies, shot hoops, rode bikes, played dressup—everything. Because we were so close, almost every activity ended in a competition. Who could finish their dinner fastest. Who got better grades. Who was better at sports. We were always eachother’s biggest competitor.   Needless to say, this did not lessen as we got older. Even though he is 6'2" and 10 times stronger than me, I still feel like I can beat him at anything---which usually ends bad for me.  For those of you that know me, you have probably made fun of me once or twice for how much time I spend in the gym. Six days a week I’m just your local gym rat. But what most of you don’t know i...

Last night I was sitting in my living room watching, “We Are Marshall,” which is probably one of my favorite sports movies of all time—right up there with “Remember the Titans” and “Coach Carter.” There is just something about watching a team overcome adversity, something about them defying all the odds, something about a comeback . We hear about comeback stories all the time—especially in sports. Adrian Peterson, whose torn ACL and MCL would lead anyone to believe his career was over, yet just 10 months after his injury he ended the 2012 season as the NFL Rushing Leader and took his team to the playoffs. Or the Boston Red Sox, who in the 2004 ALCS game against the New York Yankees, won a seven-game series after trailing 3-0 ---pushing them on to the World Series. And I know we all can’t wait to see the greatly anticipated Derrick Rose comeback this 2014 season! Ha The greatest part of comeback stories? It makes us believe anything is possible. Whether you realiz...

Have you ever found yourself worrying about anything and everything you can think of? Your life could be going great, but yet you still find something to stress over. I hate to admit it, but I am guilty of this way too many times. For instance, the first day of class when all your teachers give you your syllabuses, I’m that girl that writes down every quiz and exam in her planner. If I notice three months from now I’m going to have four exams in one day, I’ll already start freaking out about how I’m going to be able to manage it all. THREE MONTHS in advance! Yes. I know. It’s ridiculous. Recently I’ve found myself back on the worry train. I have been so blessed to have been able to spend four months at home this summer with my family and create so many new relationships. Yet, the one thing on my mind is everything that could go wrong. Last night insomnia set in and I couldn’t sleep. I worried about how I was going to say goodbye to my family at the end of this month. Worried abo...

It’s a Friday night in Aggieland. I can bet the majority of this town is headed to Northgate to kick off the weekend and here I am, in bed, randomly revisiting my blog almost a year after my last visit (fail blogger of the year award). I don’t know what it is about tonight, but I can’t think of anything I would rather do than share a new post. This past year, God has taken over my life. I have spent so much more time with Him and he has shown Himself in more ways than I ever thought He could.  Recently, I have been struggling with figuring out His plan for my life career-wise. Since the beginning of my freshman year of college, I knew I wanted a job in Exercise Science. I  wasn't  sure what field I would end up in, but I knew I had a passion for helping people realize their full potential and being the one to help them get there. Before I knew it, my junior year had arrived and the days were counting down ‘til I had to start looking for internships. Only problem wa...