Spanish Class.

I sit in Spanish class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I HATE Spanish class, only because I cannot speak Spanish.I feel like a lost puppy when I sit and listen to her speak. Why is it so hard to learn another language, I am awful at Spanish. As I sit in class and just stare at her mouth moving and not knowing but about every other word, this is when I find myself wanting to speak Spanish more. I sit and get so frustrated with myself but then I have to stop and remember God has me doing this for a purpose. I think I sit through this frustration just to see how it feels to not be able to speak a language. My goal when I graduate is to be a Spanish speaking nurse, and go and help people who are sick with Language barrier between the Doctors and patients, maybe even help an Orphanage in an poverty stuck part of America where the kids are dominantly Spanish speaking children. I would love to be able to speak the language of kids who are sick and just need some comfort, and its hard to get comfort out of a language that you do not understand. So what I am asking for with this blog is PRAYERS! I need lots of them, I am very passionate about what I want to do, but I am just struggling with the fact that I am a beginner and in 5 years be able to speak it. So just keep me in your Prayers, cause I would love to speak Spanish by the time I graduate.

reminiscing

When I walk around campus and I walk through places with lots of tree I always find myself reminiscing. As many of you probably do not know is that I think about my past more than I should. The other day I was avoiding studying and started reading old messages on Facebook, and I stumble upon a message conversation of a past relationship with a guy. I had forgotten all about this message when I started reading I almost started crying thinking about all the fun we had together. Then I went back and found every message I had gotten from a boy I had been in a relationship with. While reading them I kept asking myself Why did this end, again replaying events from the past. I wish there was a magic button to erase the bad stuff and just remember the good stuff, but I think that magic button is God. When I get into sad moods like that I always pray for God to take away my bad memories and all the hurt I went through. So instantly does it go away? No, cause I also think it is very important to learn from your past. Then I thought I need to delete these messages but I couldn't make myself do it.  They are good memories I want to keep, but I just wish the bad feelings would go away.  These past relationships were all learning opportunities to teach myself more about...well myself. So I guess what I'm getting to is do not live in the past like me(which im working on). Move on with your life and forget the bad memories, but learn from them. Occasionally look back on the good memories get a good laugh or smile and keep on moving forward with life.

'Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,'

Philippians 3:13

Why don't we want to get out of bed in the morning?

I know for me the hardest part of the day is getting out of my bed, why is that? Yes, we are physically tired and our bodies desire more sleep, but is that all the reason? As I sat up in bed this morning thinking about how much I wanted to just lay back down and go right to sleep I thought if I did that I would sleep my life away. Don't get me wrong a good nap can make you feel like a new person but sometimes sleeping can get in the way of life. Does God sleep? Does He take a break during the day? We should be thankful for the rest we get when the creator of the world never slows down, but when its time to get up we should not complain and just do it. I wish I had that strength, you know when you play name games in a new group and they ask you if you could have any super power? What would it be? and why? I think my super power would be to be able to get up every morning fully energized and rested and maybe if I could fly...that would be okay with me. To the people who get up every morning with no problem...teach me your ways.

Life Movie.

When i was younger i use to sit in the car with my family and think about how i thought my life was a movie, and how i thought one day my movie was going to end and i was going to get to watch someone else in their own movie, that never happened. My movie is still playing and still going strong. My life is no where near a fairytale but its enjoyable. It has had a few climaxes and some very good actors and actresses. My friends are pretty much the reason my movie has been so good. I have a friend named Kyle who at one point was writing a screen play basically about his life and friends, i was always curious to what he would say about me in his movie but i always was scared to ask him just in case he forgot to put me in it. This all leads back to the thought that everyone is living in their own movie and they choose the actors and actresses and the events that happen. People live their own movies. I recently started college here at the beautiful Auburn University, leaving behind five pretty amazing friends back home. These people all have very different movies playing, as i visited home i started to realize that i wanted to keep them all in my movie exactly the way i left them. I wanted them to be the same actor with the same storyline when i returned home, but that soon changed when  i realized they cant stay in my movie forever, movies are sad and movies are happy, they have to make their own movie. They will always be in my movie because they are my best actors, but they also are in their own movies and have to make their own movies and make their own movies great! So live your life like its a movie and make it a good one, but be sure to make it mean something have a point. Impact someone with your movie, and make sure your actors and actresses are the best you can find.