"This is my adopted daughter, Margot Tenenbaum..."
I missed church today. :( I've been praying a LOT lately. Trying to get to know God even more. I think I still have a long way to go. My mom was furious with me a few days, ago and now she's fine...I hate it when she does that. Well, she came barging into my room one day screaming at me, telling me to wash the dishes and that I am useless and that I don't care about anything or anyone but myself.......Just out ofthe blue. It was crazy. And she was screaming at the TOP of her lungs. It really sucked. Well, I went down and did the dishes and she screamed into my ears WHILE I was washing them. All the while, I was praying in my head; asking God for patience, and strength, to not let it get to me, and most of all to not talk back. If I would have talked back, all hell would break loose. It's happenned before. So I swallowed my pride, kept my mouth shut, fought the tears, and just did the dishes. It was so hard I tell ya. She was telling me that I don't do anything but sleep all day.........When earlier that day I came home from school, and cleaned the Infiniti inside and out. I had my one opportunity to lay down and relax and then she runs in and ruined it.
So after finishing the dishes, I go back upstairs and into my closet and pray in tongues and telling God that I need him, that I needed comfort. I knew I didn't do anything wrong. After crying hysterically and praying I finally calmed down. I asked God to just let me stay in my room for the rest of the night peacefully. The WHOLE night NO one came into my room, not even my mom. So I was able to just be comfortable in my room by myself.
I don't know. I really think that was a challenge for me personally. For me to not talk back and just bite the bullet was so out of my character. It probably freaked my mom out. She called me every name in the book too...phew. But I mean, the time I thought, "I'm better than that now. I'm not going to fight back because that's what the devil wants, and I'm not gonna give it to him."
So yeah, that's my little mini testimony. hehe I hope it never happens again. We did talk to each other for like 2 days straight. The thing is I didn't even say to myself [like I usually do] that I hate my mom and calling her names and everything. I just stayed in the spirit and prayed for her. That's all I can do.
Well, I gotta clean my room. School starts up again tomorrow. *sigh* College bites. Take care everyone!
So after finishing the dishes, I go back upstairs and into my closet and pray in tongues and telling God that I need him, that I needed comfort. I knew I didn't do anything wrong. After crying hysterically and praying I finally calmed down. I asked God to just let me stay in my room for the rest of the night peacefully. The WHOLE night NO one came into my room, not even my mom. So I was able to just be comfortable in my room by myself.
I don't know. I really think that was a challenge for me personally. For me to not talk back and just bite the bullet was so out of my character. It probably freaked my mom out. She called me every name in the book too...phew. But I mean, the time I thought, "I'm better than that now. I'm not going to fight back because that's what the devil wants, and I'm not gonna give it to him."
So yeah, that's my little mini testimony. hehe I hope it never happens again. We did talk to each other for like 2 days straight. The thing is I didn't even say to myself [like I usually do] that I hate my mom and calling her names and everything. I just stayed in the spirit and prayed for her. That's all I can do.
Well, I gotta clean my room. School starts up again tomorrow. *sigh* College bites. Take care everyone!