in my reverie

i don't know.
i have a million things to say.

i am one of the happiest people i know.
yes, i can honestly say that.
i'm a little more "happy-go-lucky" than most. i'm happiest when i'm carefree. and i find it's hard for me to understand why everyone isnt like that. of course i have bad days too, and i get sad, and i cry..alot haha but i easily overcome it. whatever, i live in my dream world. i hate being in bad moods. i am aware i havnt lived through things some people have, i have had things quite easy, but there are things i have gone through that i rather wouldnt. no, it's not effortless. but i pray and carry my faith through everything and that makes me happy.
i get kind of tired of being around sad people.

haiti.
my heart breaks to pieces. i bet those people arnt very happy but i'll bet you they are THANKFUL for even what little they have left. thankful that they are still...living. you think you have it hard, go visit them. help them build haiti back to what it used to be...which was poverty.

were spoiled.

i had a young girl come to me today. as my boss came to tell me she was here, i looked at her and said i don't know if i can this, i'm really nervous. not to tell this girl's life story, but she had an incident and her father had to shave her head. i could tell this was life changing to her. i saw her walk in and knew it was her as she had a wig on. at 12, no emotion, no smiles, & embarrased. before i introduced myself, my boss took me to the back and we prayed, for both of us. i wasnt sure i had the strength to do her hair and make this little 12 year old feel beautiful again. i pulled myself together and took her to my chair. she would barely even make eye contact with me. she took off her wig, which had to of been the hardest part for her. a lady was with her, i dont think it was her mother, but she was with her helping her decide what to do. they wanted to do something so she wouldnt have to wear the wig anymore. her hair was about the same length as mine was back in august and she wanted it black with a little bit of red in it. exactly what my hair used to be. God's strenth really shined through the whole time. so i talked to her, trying to get her to open up. colored and cut her hair and showed her different ways she could style it and put a little lipgloss on her. i didnt quite get a full smile out of her, but in the end, she wanted to leave the wig. told us to throw it away. that was enough. that wig was her security blanket, her way of being accepted. she walked out that door with enough confidence to walk into 7th grade tomorrow knowing who she is, without a wig.
she is stronger than she knows.

i'm still learning, a lot. but i find that i am around people who need uplifting because that is who i am. i want everyone around me to be happy. i find myself in situations like this all the time. and i continue to learn through every one.

romans 8:28

and we know that in all things

God works for the good of

those who love him, who

have been called according

to his purpose.

psalms 46:1-3 God is our refuge

and strength, a very present

help in trouble. therefore we

will not fear, even though the

earth be removed, and though

the mountains be carried into

the midst of the sea; though its

waters roar and be troubled, though

the mountains shake with its swelling.

my tiny little heart hasnt seen it all,
but i still have love to give.

i have the most rewarding job in the world. yet, it's not easy.

i don't know, you know when you have so much to say but it doesn't come out how you want it to. that's me.