Sunday, May 29, 2016

How do you describe who you are?

How do you describe who you are?
The people.
Clifton Glynn.
With a doubt, my grandfather is the epitome of hard working. At the age of 18, he left the only life he knew in a small Arkansas town to move to California. He created a family and business from nothing. I have always known my grandfather to be a hard working man that will not stop until everyone is taken care of. His generosity and character is unmatched. I will forever be thankful to have him as an example in my life. He showed me first hand what it means to love your spouse unconditionally. Our family was not immune to hard times. We shared countless struggles together. Through everything, my grandfather did not waver in his love for my grandmother. He worked hard at his marriage much like he worked hard at everything else in his life.
Donna Joann.
Donna. The heart of our family. My grandmother is a fighter. She will do whatever it takes to keep this family together and going. When her children were younger, they were constantly battling illnesses and diseases. My grandmother was with them every step of the way. She fought everyday to get her children any and everything they needed. She fought through hard times and held the family together. She was a constant support. In the past few years, her turn has come for the illness and disease. She fights constantly for her own health. In all of it, she remains a pillar holding the family together uniting us all. My grandmother has always been full of joy and love. I remember being younger and always going on fun outings and adventures with my grandmother. She always loved life. I believe she passed that love for life through the whole family. Her love for life has not diminished during this time of sickness.


Frank Arnold and Edith Rose.
My paternal grandparents. I remember riding the bus home from school to their house on special occasions. My grandmother was always waiting at the top of the hill to walk us home. She was the best stereotypical grandmother. Always fresh cookies, always food, and always love to go around. My grandfather loved kids. He could sound exactly like Donald Duck. As a child, that was the most amazing thing I had ever heard. Every Sunday, we had a big family dinner with most of our cousins. There were always games, food, and lots of fun. My grandparents taught me the importance of family. There is nothing else like it. You aren’t given a choice for family but you are given a choice about how you react to family. My grandparents instilled the importance of family. They had a beautiful marriage. I never had the chance to get close to them. My family moved states away when I was still young. In my senior year of high school, I lost both my grandparents. I remember walking through a Hallmark store feeling like I needed to talk to my grandmother. She had been in the hospital for a while. Due to medical treatments and equipment, she was not able to speak. Someone held the phone up to her so I could tell her one more time how much I loved her. Just a few months later, I was sitting in school, last class of the day, when I saw my phone light up. My dad. I knew right then that my grandfather had passed. I was not awarded the same luxury to tell him one last time. Tragedies tend to rip family apart. It did. Sometimes it’s easier to push people away. Their legacy was to keep family together and going. Living up to my grandparents is a hard thing to do.
David Rickey.
Research shows that fathers affect children in many ways. Fathers carry a special burden when they have children. My father has been a constant provider for me. While growing up, my life may not have had the most traditional household, I was never in need. My father has worked hard and provided for me the things I’ve needed. He is the most logical person I know. He is able to think through a situation in a clear way and give me great advice. He has shown me the value in thinking logically in all circumstances and making sure those I love are provided for.
Deborah Lynn.
Nothing in my mother’s life has come easy or fairly. By age 14, she began a lifelong journey of health related issues. Joking about it now keeps things light; however, my mother was very seriously fighting for her life. Between various forms of cancer and a few dozen surgeries in the more recent years, she remains a positive light. Deborah inherited my grandfather's sense of working hard. Beyond that, my mother is selfless. She will put all others before herself no matter the cost. No matter what has been going on in life, she has devoted her energy to helping others in any way they need. She has devoted her whole life to daughters making sure they felt loved and cared for. Her whole life, she was given every reason to be selfish and focus on why life wasn’t fair. She instead became an example none can compare to in selflessness.
Kaitlyn Michele.
My older sister. My confidant. When I am at a crossroads, she is one of the first calls I make. Being 10 years older than me, she shares her life experiences with me so that I can learn and grow. She has taught me what it means to be a sister. Kaitlyn has quite literally always been there for me, even when inconvenient. Like my mother, Kaitlyn will always help others as best she is able. She has proved to be a mother that, like my grandmother and mother, will fight for her children and make sure they know they are loved. She is a constant in my life when all else is always changing.
Cassandra Joanne.
My original day one. Being 12 months apart almost to the day, Cassie really has been there by my side since the beginning. We are without a doubt opposite in almost every way. Even though she is my younger sister, I learn so much from her. She is so on fire for life. She is unafraid to follow her passions, even if that means working at a job that stretches her until there is nothing left. Cassie is one of the funniest people you can meet. There has never been a day she has not made me cry real tears from laughing so hard. Among my sisters, she resembles my mother’s medical history the most. After spending her first months in the hospital, she has faced illness nearly everyday. This hasn’t stopped her from enjoying life to the fullest. She has been by my side since the beginning and I can’t imagine a day she isn’t apart of me. I challenge you to find someone more enthusiastic about life.
McKayla Colleen.
Baby sister. We could not be more alike. She is a fantastic, sassy, nerd if there ever was one. Her quick wit is unparalleled to anyone I have ever met. McKayla is so unique. She is unashamedly herself. In a world where people are scared to follow their dreams and passions and instead choose to take the easy way out, she doesn’t give up. Even when people are doubting her, she will not give up on her dreams. She is very stubborn. Nothing will get in her way when she has a goal in front of her. She can visualize her future and see what it will take to get there. McKayla is one of the easiest people to talk to. She is very cautious about who she will let in to see her true self. Count yourself lucky if she lets you into her life.

You are a reflection of the people in your life. The positive and the negative. These are the people who shaped me. This is who I am.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Timing

I love to be in control. I like to plan what I am doing; and most importantly, I like to plan when I am doing something. I decide when; and there is no compromise for me.

That doesn't exactly work in life.

 I can't just sit here and say this is when everything will happen. I don't know God's timing on my life. It's really hard to surrender my control and plan for how and when my life will work. I know that God's timing is perfect and at any other time would not have the same impact; but it is a hard thing to deal with. As I was driving a friend to work today this little scenario came into my head. It made a lot of sense in my head, so let's see if it makes sense to you...

Let's say your best friend is throwing a party. The party is on Saturday but it is still only Thursday.  You really want to go; and know that you are going. You work hard all day so that on Friday you have nothing to do but wait and wait.  Finally, it's Saturday. As soon as you wake up, you get ready and leave. You were so excited to go that you left several hours early. At first when you get there, it's a nice surprise and you have a great time one-on-one with your friend. But then you just sit because your friend wasn't ready for you. When the party finally starts, you are tired and don't take as much part in the actual party as you had wanted to.

We can turn this around and say you put off everything you had to do before the party until Saturday morning. You worked hard all day but still didn't get it all done in time. Nevertheless, you worked on and finally got to the party as everyone is leaving.  Sure, everyone is still happy to see you, and you can help clean up the mess, but you missed all the wonder.

Or what if you did some work on Friday, finished on Saturday, and came right on time to the party? You would have a great time. Everyone would be happy to see you, you could be apart of everything that goes on, and you can enjoy the events as planned.

Now think. Would you rather show up incredibly early, as everything is ending, or right on time? God isn't going to come to the rescue of provide you with anything early.  If He does, you won't experience the full effect of the trial He intended for you to.  You won't look to Him immediately and thank Him for what He has done.  You can think, "Oh this is nice, I didn't need it absolutely right now, but sure thanks."

God also won't come late. He know's your limit and won't push you past more than what you can handle.

God will come at the right time. The time He planned.  Everyday you think you can't go any farther and God doesn't answer only makes you stronger. He is waiting for the very last second when you give Him your all to answer. Don't doubt that He just won't come because it isn't on your timing. He is coming and He will answer you and be your provider.

Maybe you're waiting on a job? Or a paid off school bill? Or how about just happiness? Or a medical miracle? It doesn't really matter what you are waiting on. Whatever it is, God is going to give it to you right when you need it. So if you are going through something right now and think, "Why isn't God doing anything? Can't He see I can't handle this?" You should instead think, "I wonder how much more can I handle? I know God is coming and will answer me soon, but for now, how can I make the best of this?"

Every single thing is done in God's timing. Any other way and time and the world will go into even more chaos. Learn to trust God with all things.  His timing is hard to wait on, but He has a reason.  Maybe while you're waiting, try to see why.  Grow closer with God and He will show you what you need to be focusing on instead.  It might just change your life.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Hard Times

So here's my somewhat testimony.
God will never allow you to be tested more than you can handle.  Sometimes it feels like God comes pretty close to that line though.

The summer I turned 10 years old my family moved from California to Arkansas.  This was my first time moving and it was a huge culture shock.  I left behind a lot of friends and family.  Most importantly, my dad did not move back with us.  My parents are not divorced.  My parents though it would be best for him to stay while he had a secure job until he could find one in Arkansas.  He moved in with my grandparents and we moved several states away.  He would come visit us often and the first few years we would try to travel out to California.  Times of visits became less often and it wasn't uncommon to go almost a full year without seeing him.  Money is tight and it's not a cheap way home.

During this time my grandma, my mom's mom, began having serious health issues.  It was not weird for me to leave school with a friend or be left at home for hours because all of the adults had to rush to the hospital with her.  She would go and stay for months at a time and I became numb to it.  I got used to not living in a normal life.  Everyday I was sure my grandma would die.  Through a very long process, her health slowly got better.  Still having many complications, she has fewer trips to the hospital with serious threats.

About this time I was in 8th grade.  The early spring of that year brought even more problems.  My mom began having pains in her side.  This went on for a few weeks and my great aunt finally made her go to the hospital on a tuesday night.  Myself and my two younger sisters were left at home late that night wondering what was happening.  We packed bags and just sat waiting.  Just before midnight, my uncle came to take us to our grandparents so we could sleep before school.  The whole day at school we heard nothing.  At the end of the day my grandma picked us up and took us for ice cream.  We went straight to the hospital.  We parked at the hospital and she told us what was going on.  The night before my mom was taken into surgery and had a giant tumor taken out.  Tests came back and it was positive for stage 4 colon cancer that was very quickly spreading throughout her body.

The long process started with chemotherapy.  This was the fourth time my mom had cancer.  All during this time my dad was in California.  He came as much as he could.  My mom had to have surgery to put a port into her body so that the treatment would get to her body.  After two different tried, the treatment could finally be started.  It was a very stressful time.  People would ask us how she was.  At age 13 I had to know how to talk to people about it and not breakdown.  They just wanted an update. I got used to the fact that my mom had cancer; a disease that seems like she can never get rid of.  My mom won her battle again.

My grandma's health started acting up again and she went to the Mayo clinic in Minnesota.  While there she discovered that she had a form of breast cancer.  After some treatments, my grandma's health was manageable again.

Just over a year ago, my dad's mom had a stroke.  She was in the hospital for only a short time before she died.  I didn't go to California to see her before and didn't get to go to the funeral.  It had been just under 4 years since I had last seen her.  A few month later, her husband, my grandpa died.  Again, I hadn't seen seen him in 4 years.  His death was was more sudden.  He had been in the hospital for only a few days.  All of this happened in my senior year of high school.

This whole time I had to keep my grades up in school.  I had to be smart.  I had to get scholarships.  I had to apply for college.  I had to figure out what I was doing with my life.  I felt like had all of these things I had to do and I couldn't take time for myself.  I was the older sister and when my mom couldn't be strong, I had to be so my sisters could see that it would be okay.  I had to be strong and not let my emotions out because once they started coming I wouldn't be able to control them.  No one told me that I needed to be that way but it was easier for me to be like that.  I was so emotionally unstable.  I cried myself to sleep every night for months because I felt like everything around me was falling down and I couldn't do anything.  If I was supposed to be that strong person I couldn't show that I was having a hard time getting through things.

Now I know that God was testing me.  Even though I felt completely alone God was with me the whole time.  I am still going through so much right now that I can't even imagine how I am making it.  I have learned to rely fully on God and that it's okay if I don't have it all together.

I'm not saying that my life is all better.  Just because I realized that I need to rely on God more doesn't make everything that is attacking me right now is any easier.  Still 9 years later, I barely see my dad since he is still in California.  One set of my grandparent have died and I never got to say goodbye.  My grandma in Arkansas still goes to doctor's appointments weekly.  My mom has regular check ups.  I made it to college by the grace of God providing starting funds (at the very last second).  I am still lacking but believing He will finish what He has started.  I have no idea what I am doing in life.  I don't have anything together, I'm a complete mess.  I know that everything I have gone through God will use for His glory.  I feel like I can handle whatever God throws my way.  I know that it's okay to breakdown and show others that I need help because I can't make it through alone.  I've tried.  My relationship grows stronger and stronger with each day and with each thing that God chooses to let interfere with me life.

So yeah I've had a pretty hard life.  This is only cracking the surface.  I'm not here to say, 'Hey my life is really hard pity me. Take it easy on me.  Your life isn't as hard as mine.'  I don't know what you can handle.  Maybe I can handle a lot more than you, and maybe I can't.  The point is that I know God has given me what I can handle.  He might be giving me more to show me how strong I actually am.  God won't give me more than I can handle and He will always be there helping me along the way.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

This Past Week

I am so excited.  I get to go home for the first time tomorrow.  I can't believe how fast this year has been going.  It still feels like we just moved in.  I am so ready to see all my family and friends.  It will be sad to miss a day of class and chapel.  This is the first time I am skipping. Crazy. But I know that I will be fine from it.  Any time I have the option to go home, I will.  I know that in the future I won't always have the opportunity to see all of family together.  

This past week I decided to pray with girls in my dorm from 3am-6am.  Not sure how you would think about this, but I was so excited to see what would happen.  I went to bed around 10 in order to maximize my sleep.  That didn't really help.  I was so close to leaving around 3:45 and going back to bed.  But I felt like God had things planned for me.  I needed to stay and pray and listen to all He wanted to tell me. 

This is the first time I have ever prayed that much.  It was really intense.  At times I didn't even know what to pray for.  I prayed for my parents, my siblings, my niece, my brother-in-law, my grandparents, and friends.  This was the first time that I took time and prayed specifically for them.  It was so cool.  I didn't know how to pray for them at first.  As I prayed, I really feel like God showed me what I should be praying for them.  

I had no big "Ah ha" moments when I prayed.  I did spend 3 hours of prayer with my God.  How can you want anything different than that?

Tonight we are having all dorm prayer.  This is a shorter period of prayer, but just as effective.  I love coming together as a dorm to pray for all the needs of this campus and community.  It is so cool praying with people who you may not know yet have so much in common.  In the sense of praying that is.  I never thought about how much I missed out on by going to a public school.  Prayer is apart of everything we do at this school.  I wouldn't trade it for anything. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

One Month Later

Well, it's been exactly a month since I moved in at SAGU.  And has the time flown.  I was so nervous coming down here. Nervous about classes, meeting people, and of course money. But God has a plan all worked out that He is letting me see little by little. He is the reason I am here.

It feels like we've been here forever yet only been here for a few days.  Everyday I meet new people and I actually talk to them.  A big shocker to me and anyone who knows me.  I never talk to people unless I know them.  I feel at home with the people that I have met.  It's nice knowing people who I have common ground with.

Then there's always the school work.  Which is not that hard for me! I somehow am always ahead on all of my work.  This is by the grace of God alone.  My study habits have magically transformed from high school.

As for money, I still have no idea where I am getting it from.  But I have full faith in God that He will finish providing for what He started.

This first month has been a crazy one.  College is nothing like I expected.  And everything that people warned me of....is the exact opposite.  I guess that's what you get when you come to bible college.  I know that it's only been a month but I have learned so much about God and myself.  I can't wait to see what the rest of the semester and my college career in general has in store.  If this month is anything like what it will be, then I can't wait!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Desensitization

So I am kinda boring this idea from my psychology class.  We talked about morals today and this came up. It really got me to thinking...sorry if it comes out weird.

As American's we are used to accepting people as they are.  We don't want to offend anyone.  And we don't like to stand up and say, "hey don't do that it offends me and what I believe."

For example cussing.  As Christian, we believe (whether you know it or not) that it is a sin to use vulgar language.  Yet exposing ourselves to it, we have become desensitized to it.  We no longer care if people around us cuss, as long as we don't partake in the sin we are fine. That is wrong.  At least I think so.  I know that I am very guilty in this area.  I went to a public high school right across from a university.  Students there partook in various drugs, sexual activities, cussing, drinking, and everything else imaginable.   I got used to everyday someone cussing people out in the halls, or someone doing drugs, or someone else getting caught going a little to far on campus.  It stopped bothering me.  I wasn't doing it so I didn't care.

 That's what's wrong with Christians today.  We just don't care anymore.  As long as we stay in line, then everything is fine.  Quoting my mother, "it's not just whether you do it or not, it's the company you keep." Didn't God even say something like that?

Just because you aren't doing it, if you are around it enough, it's going to stop bothering you.  Why? 

People joke about how naive I am sometimes.  Or about how I am such a child.  Know why? It's because I don't understand drug slang terms, I don't understand what people mean when they talk about sex or make jokes about it, I don't cuss at all, I don't understand what a lot of bad words mean, and I don't think any of it is okay to do. Is that cause to joke at? No. It's something to be proud of.  I haven't let peers and society seep into me and convince me that it's okay to let these things go as long as I don't do them. 

I'm not sure if all of this is making sense.  I just basically wanted to say don't let society say it's okay to let things go.  Don't become so used to something that you once considered bad that now you don't let it even bug you.  Stay firm in what you believe in.  If Christians started acting like Christians and followed through with what we believe, then maybe we could see something awesome happen in this country.  Don't let yourself become desensitized to what God has said is wrong. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

School work

College is a huge difference from high school. But for me, not in the way you would think.  
I am doing all my homework, studying, going to the library, staying ahead in all my classes, and finding the classes relatively easy. Yes, I said easy.  Yes, I really am going to college. 

Something about being here at a bible college has just motivated me to be the best that I can be in all the things that I do.  I like getting all I can out of these classes because I know that they will be very important for me later on in life.  And even if they weren't, any Christian should want to get all they can out of these classes.  In just the short few weeks that I've been here, I have learned more about the old testament than I ever thought I would know. The best part, I am remembering all that I am learning and finding it interesting. 

This, for me, is yet another indicator as to why I am supposed to be here.  I strongly believe that God is with me in my studies. If any of you know, I was not the best student I could have been in high school.  I rarely did my work, didn't pay attention in class, and NEVER read any of the material I needed to.  Not to say I was a horrible student that failed every class.  I just mean that I was only slightly better than average when had I applied myself, I would have gotten a lot more out of everything I learned.  God is giving me a knew love for the knowledge He is allowing me to get.  I can't forget that it is God that brought me here. He's the one paying for it.  So when I do my work, I have to keep in mind that I am doing this for God.  He provided me the brain, the time, the money, and everything else.  The least I can do is utilize the things He is giving and do His will.

School, like I said, is easy for this reason.  God is right by my side helping me and encouraging me with everything that I am doing.  So how could that not make things easy and worth while?