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March 25, 2013

Have you ever had something you really care about? And no one understood just how much it meant to you? Especially your parents? And no amount of explaining or drawing pictures or reenacting would come close to them understanding that this "thing" was almost a part of you, a part that just doesn't make sense to them?

Gosh, how easy would it be if your parents just once in a while said, "oh yea, I totally get it." Of course for that to happen it would be like the end of the world. Just kidding, not really. :P

Don't get me wrong, I love my family, it's just. hard sometimes. I mean how do you explain to them in a language that only makes sense to them of why you want to go somewhere or do something or see someone. It's like the only thing that would make them happy is to tie a leach around your hips and attach it to theirs...okay maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.

 I learned a lot when I dormed in college, I learned about freedom. About how to manage my time. I learned how to have fun (in a good way of course). I got to go out late, even if it was just to get take out. Or go to a club meeting,  things my mother would have NEVER let me do at home...and so now that i'm home...yea you get the picture.

Today, something along the lines of my first paragraph happened, and I was pretty upset. So I did what I could do, and just knelt and prayed.  I was too upset to say anything but, "God. Please do something." I kept repeating that phrase over and over again.

I took out my Bible and tried to flip through to see if anything would pop out at me, maybe God would speak, but nothing happened. So as I went to put it away, a couple of my family pictures fell down onto my lap. They were my dad's. I looked through them, cried. And something else from my Bible started so slip out, it was a cross that my old church had sent me. So as I opened the page it was falling from BOOM, God 

spoke.

"But you are a shield around me, O Lord; You bestow glory on me and lift up my head. To the Lord I cry out and he answers me form his holy hill. I lie down and sleep: I wake again, because the Lord sustains me. I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on every side." -Psalm 3:3-6

"Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer."-Psalm 4 : 1

I felt, as I told my friend, that sometimes even though I know that God hears me, it's nice to know that in my distress or my breaking point that He really does hear me, and when I read those couple verses I felt like God saying, DARLING, I'M HERE, I GOT THIS. :)

How can I not smile? :)