This Is Me

Honestly, I have no idea where to begin this post. In the past month, I have graduated from THE Texas A&M University, said goodbye to some of my closest friends, moved my life back to St. Louis, and started working. Life has been a whirlwind. It has been such a blessing to be home with my family. On the good days, they’re right next to me thanking God, and on the bad days, they remind me that He isn’t finished with me and to never stop trusting our Savior's plans… even in the waiting. Which is where I want to focus today. Waiting. This past year, I was in an airport atleast twice a month (ridiculous, I know). If you have ever flown before, you already know how frustrating the process can be. While we should be grateful that such a quick and easy form of transportation exists, we get to the terminal and immediately start complaining that security is too long, a flight too delayed, or an attendant too slow. We HATE waiting. I am probably the worst at waiting. I’m the girl ...

Happy Resurrection Day! It is crazy to think how fast time is flying. It feels like it was just yesterday I was sitting in freshman orientation, and now here I am, three weeks away from calling myself a Texas A&M GRADUATE . To start off, I want to thank all of you who have taken the time to read my blog. I was overwhelmed last month by the amount of support I received from family, friends, and even strangers. Your messages and comments have meant more to me than you’ll ever know. To top it off, my blog reached 4,000 views and the numbers keep climbing! This past month I have seen God work in ways I never thought possible. During one of the hardest times of my life, I chose to let God get between me and my storm. I chose to keep holding His hand through each day and trusting His plan. As much as I would like to say He took the storm away, He didn’t. But He did use the storm to change me. And He used the storm for my testimony. Today is Easter. The cross is a symbol o...

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...