Dear God
This is a completely personal entry with no worth for anybody to read. It's completely written to get it "out."
Dear God,
Okay. You got my attention. I guess it's true that sometimes you have to throw bricks at us to get us to look, huh? Well, God, I've got the bruises to prove that you've been throwing bricks--I just havent been looking. I'm sorry for that...Thanks for not giving up on me.
You opened my eyes. My Mom's phone call was a real waking point. For a long time I've tried to ignore what's going on at home, but I cant anymore. My sister's not getting any better...she's getting worse. I call myself a Special Education Major? What a joke. It's happening in my family. I dont care what crap I can give out on the tests, I'm not DOING IT. She needs help. It's time that I work with my Mom to get it. I cant hide from my home anymore, it's time to face it with both eyes open. My sister CAN learn to control her ODD..We can all do it.
I know I have to work to pay the bills and you have provided me with so many amazing opportunities and so many amazing children. I've been so blessed to know each and every single one of them. But maybe now it's time to follow Ms. Marie's advice. You gave it to me when I was 15...And now you've given it to me again.
"And so I move on, I move forward. I'm growing and changing and becoming better formyself. And with that I will succeed, even thoguh I am scared out of my mind, I dont know WHAT I am going to do. All I know is that I have to do it now, or else I may never have the courage to do it again." --Ashley Cundiff's Xanga Journal, Posted 11/8/05
Maybe that was the best advice you could have given to me. Both of us.
You got my attention, God.
Erin
Dear God,
Okay. You got my attention. I guess it's true that sometimes you have to throw bricks at us to get us to look, huh? Well, God, I've got the bruises to prove that you've been throwing bricks--I just havent been looking. I'm sorry for that...Thanks for not giving up on me.
You opened my eyes. My Mom's phone call was a real waking point. For a long time I've tried to ignore what's going on at home, but I cant anymore. My sister's not getting any better...she's getting worse. I call myself a Special Education Major? What a joke. It's happening in my family. I dont care what crap I can give out on the tests, I'm not DOING IT. She needs help. It's time that I work with my Mom to get it. I cant hide from my home anymore, it's time to face it with both eyes open. My sister CAN learn to control her ODD..We can all do it.
I know I have to work to pay the bills and you have provided me with so many amazing opportunities and so many amazing children. I've been so blessed to know each and every single one of them. But maybe now it's time to follow Ms. Marie's advice. You gave it to me when I was 15...And now you've given it to me again.
"And so I move on, I move forward. I'm growing and changing and becoming better formyself. And with that I will succeed, even thoguh I am scared out of my mind, I dont know WHAT I am going to do. All I know is that I have to do it now, or else I may never have the courage to do it again." --Ashley Cundiff's Xanga Journal, Posted 11/8/05
Maybe that was the best advice you could have given to me. Both of us.
You got my attention, God.
Erin