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I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW!!!

Most people my age can't wait to get out of Rockport and get on to bigger and better things. In my opinion, there are few places better than Rockport, Texas. I love being able to see the water, but more than anything I love that no matter where I go, I'll see someone I know. I might not necessarily know them well enough to talk to them, but at least I'll see a familiar face. I miss that in Waco. I love Baylor, don't get me wrong. But I miss being around people I know. I'm a 7th(possibly 8? mom?) generation Rockportian. And I take pride in that. Wawa(my moms mom) is really into history and mainly Rockport history. She has pictures that are sooo old and I find them fascinating. I could sit there for hours and look at them. They show were I've come from and how my family has evolved through the years. I love that. So obviously, one of the reasons I love going home is so I can see all my family. I have tons of family in Rockport from both sides of my family. Sometimes, I feel like I'm related to half the town. But I love that!! My family means the world to me. I love getting together with them and just spending time with them. 

This is another reason I love going home.

That picture is from my sister's wedding but i thought it was a good picture of the sanctuary. I LOVE my church. I missed my church family and just the church in general as much as I have missed my actual family. I love coming home and going to church on Sunday and getting attacked(in a good way!) with people hugging me. See, I've grown up in this church. My grandparents, parents, and sister were all married in this church. Not necessarily this church building, but a church isn't just the building. I remember the old church and I remember going to the church building now while it was getting built. My dad and I walked into what would be the choir room and stood there looking around. It was at the point where it was enclosed but not much else and I remember that it was so amazing!  I'm not sure why that one memory sticks out but it does. My church family has influenced me more than I think they will ever realize. There are so many Godly people that I look up to and they have kept me straight in my walk with Christ. I know they pray for me, love me, and support me no matter what. I honestly can't even put into words how much they mean to me. I love walking into the church at any time and knowing that everyone there loves me. And I definitely love all of yall too!

So in short, I'M COMING HOME THIS WEEKEND! 

Verse of the day: Even though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not see him now, you believe in him. You are filled with a glorious joy that can't be put into words.

1 Peter 1:8-9

Grace

When first reading that title, you probably think this entry is going to be full of heartfelt thoughts about God's grace or something of the sort, right?

WRONG.

See, the title is ironic. Because today, I figured out I'm not graceful AT ALL.  But I mean, I come by it naturally. Mom- I love you, but you have to admit, you're a tad clumsy. So I blame this on you. This is what happened.

That is pretty much what happened it me today 

Not quite, but pretty much. I live on the third floor of my dorm so to get out, I have to walk down a pretty good amount of stairs. I had just started down them and all of the sudden my flip flop decided to kill me.  My dang flip flop slips out from under me and shoots forward. I automatically start sliding and end up falling directly on my tailbone. In the process, I twisted funny and then tried to catch myself. I kinda sit there for a second because it all happened so fast and try to regain my composer. Thank goodness no one was in the staircase at the time so no one saw me! I slowly got up and had to walk to class in tons of pain. I feel like a 90 year old woman walking around now. 

Morals of the story: 1. Don't wear slippery shoes.

                             2. Don't go down the stairs fast.

                             3. I'm just predicting this, but don't call our your mom on your blog. It'll probably come back to haunt you :) Love you mommy.

Hope all is well with all of yall! And remember:

"The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness"






Edit: Totally mean't composure not composer :)

Totally spacey

Okay so this is my third post within like 2 hours, but I promise you right now that I will not being updating this frequently once I get this blog thing down. 

Disclaimer: on my blog, I'm not writing to offend anyone or start trouble. I just have things I have on my mind that I need to get out. I don't want people to judge me, think differently of me, or look at me differently because of it. I want people to know I'm thinking about these things because in my mind, they're major things. So here is rant number one! Enjoy.

I'm starting to lose faith in the human race. I hear about people doing things that I would've never expected. People that I love and care about are doing things that I never would've thought. I feel like everyone I've grown up with is changing and most of them are conforming to the "wordly" ways. People just don't think about how their actions affect others. And I don't want this to come off that I'm saying I'm better than those people. Because I am most definitely not. We are all sinners and a sin is a sin. Regardless of what it is.  But I'm starting to lose faith that there are actual good people out there around my age. For example, I'm taking Individual and Family Development this semester and I love it. It really pertains to my major and I enjoy the class. I was reading my text book yesterday and there was a section on "hooking up." One sentence stuck out to me and totally killed me. It said, "multiple hookups will lead to an exclusive relationship." ARE THESE KIDS NUTS?! That's totally not how it goes!! I was completely shocked to read that. It seems like people just have priorities so out of whack lately. I guess most of this goes back to one thing. I want to help these people. I want to tell them that there is a better way to live this life. Another example. There is a website called postsecret.com. It started with  a guy who made thousands of pre-addressed postcards and distributed them across the country. He told people to write their darkest secrets on them so they can finally get it off their chest. He then compiled them into this website. I could literally sit there for hours and read the secrets if I could. But on the other hand, it makes me sad. Each post card I read, I can sense the hurt and depression through the card. I want to reach out to these people and tell them that everything will be fine. It kills me that they are going around with this burden weighing them down and they can't get it off of them. I want to help them so bad. But of course, I'll never see these people. So I guess all I can do is pray. Yea, it sounds weird to pray for complete strangers. But I have to, that's literally all I can do.  I just want to help them.

Yes I know, that paragraph was totally spacey. I would go back and read it, but:

1. I'm stinkin tired and I have to be up in 6 and a half hours for class

2. I don't want to think about it anymore.

3. I wrote that paragraph without stopping and the juices were flowin in my noggin. So if I wrote it, then I obviously needed to say it. So once again, no judging!! 

Thanks for reading! And stick with me, I'm hoping my blog will be interesting eventually. 

Explanation

I feel like I should explain my blog title. My favorite bible verse EVER is John 3:30 and I try to live by that verse. It states, "He must become more, but I must become less." So that's what the title means :)

Oh snap

I finally gave in a made my own blog. I'm not quite sure where it will go. It might completely fizzle out and be nothing or it might end up being my way to get my thoughts out. So we will see. Stay tuned!