The music is blasting and I start smiling. I look around to the people around me all having a good time and it hits me...I'm changing history. I'm spitting in the devils face and changing history.
My family has a history of alcoholics and this last week I turned 21. Unlike most youth my age I decided not to go get trashed but I did party it up. I kicked it holy style and had a root beer party. As I jumped up and down with a root beer in hand singing at the top of my lungs the all to familiar "All Star" by Smashmouth I realized...this is the end. This is the cut off point, alcoholism will not continue in my family. By God's grace this will go no further. I took a stand. NO more.
While I can not give all the details about the party because of the fact that I didn't technically have permission for the location of it I can tell you that it was incredible. We tried to play drinking games and such but it ended up being a dance party instead. Watching your friends freak out is pretty entertaining let alone if you join them. We kept it holy and we had a blast.
You can have fun without drinking. I know that for a fact.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Dreams Change
I was 6 years old staring up at my heart wallpaper. It was then that I had my life all planed out. 20 was the perfect age I thought to myself. Not a teenager, not an adult. 20 was perfect. Staring up at the tiny heartfilled pattern I planed it out. When I was 20 I would just happen to meet my husband at college, 2 years later we would have a kid and so on and so forth. It would be perfect. My six year old mind was delighted and excited for the day I would turn 20.
I am now 21. No boy friend, in fact I'm in an internship that doesn't allow daiting. I've only taken one sememster of college and no kids in sight. You can try to plan your life but no...God has his own plans...AND IT'S AWESOME!
I am now 21. No boy friend, in fact I'm in an internship that doesn't allow daiting. I've only taken one sememster of college and no kids in sight. You can try to plan your life but no...God has his own plans...AND IT'S AWESOME!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Prayer please
For so long I have kept quite but I can't anymore. I, and my family, needs prayer.
My dad is very sick. Really he has been for years. When I was in my younger teen years my dad was discovered to have had liver disease due to his years of drinking. We almost lost him the summer we found out about it, but we didn't praise God. He lost a lot of weight and his curly hair straightened out, his skin was more on the yellow side and his belly looked like a water melon.
Over the years his health has been a battle. Watching different drugs affect him in different ways. Some helping him more than others. Some making him gain weight, others not seeming to do anything.
Just this past year it seems, maybe longer it all blurs together after awhile, it got worse. I don't really remember what happened first but it all boiled down to this- my dad has ulcers in his stomach. Doesn't sound like that big of a deal right? I mean people get ulcers all the time (flash back to the episode of Friends that Joey got an ulcer and auditioned for a show regardless). It's not that big of a deal. WRONG. He can barely eat because they are blocking his stomach off. My family has watched as my dad has dwindled down to a mesly 130 pounds. The doctors where shocked that he was still walking around. In fact my dad only stopped going to work like 2 months ago. One stomic doctor said that in his (I think 20 years) of being a doctor he hasn't seen ulsers this bad.
Why not just have surgery and call it good? Because of his liver diesease his liver his huge. To cut him open would be a very high risk. Also with his body being a weak as it is puts him as a risk too. It's hard to do surgery on a walking skeloton with a beach ball for a stomic. That wasn't an exageration.
Despite the risk my dad needs surgery, if he doesn't get it the ulsers are going to burst and my dad will die. With the surgery they are worried that he won't wake up this time. They are sending him to a specialist in Salt lake on the week of the 12th to preform the surgery.
From the worlds point of view I'm looking at a dead dad at every angle. My family and I would appriciate as much prayer as possible. My dad isn't saved either which makes this all that more hard to go through. My dad needs Jesus, I've been praying for that all of my days. He is the star in my sky (if you listened to Pastor Juda you would know what I ment). Please, if you could take just 5 minutes right now and pray that God's will would be done and my dad would be saved I would be oh so greatful.
Thanks
My dad is very sick. Really he has been for years. When I was in my younger teen years my dad was discovered to have had liver disease due to his years of drinking. We almost lost him the summer we found out about it, but we didn't praise God. He lost a lot of weight and his curly hair straightened out, his skin was more on the yellow side and his belly looked like a water melon.
Over the years his health has been a battle. Watching different drugs affect him in different ways. Some helping him more than others. Some making him gain weight, others not seeming to do anything.
Just this past year it seems, maybe longer it all blurs together after awhile, it got worse. I don't really remember what happened first but it all boiled down to this- my dad has ulcers in his stomach. Doesn't sound like that big of a deal right? I mean people get ulcers all the time (flash back to the episode of Friends that Joey got an ulcer and auditioned for a show regardless). It's not that big of a deal. WRONG. He can barely eat because they are blocking his stomach off. My family has watched as my dad has dwindled down to a mesly 130 pounds. The doctors where shocked that he was still walking around. In fact my dad only stopped going to work like 2 months ago. One stomic doctor said that in his (I think 20 years) of being a doctor he hasn't seen ulsers this bad.
Why not just have surgery and call it good? Because of his liver diesease his liver his huge. To cut him open would be a very high risk. Also with his body being a weak as it is puts him as a risk too. It's hard to do surgery on a walking skeloton with a beach ball for a stomic. That wasn't an exageration.
Despite the risk my dad needs surgery, if he doesn't get it the ulsers are going to burst and my dad will die. With the surgery they are worried that he won't wake up this time. They are sending him to a specialist in Salt lake on the week of the 12th to preform the surgery.
From the worlds point of view I'm looking at a dead dad at every angle. My family and I would appriciate as much prayer as possible. My dad isn't saved either which makes this all that more hard to go through. My dad needs Jesus, I've been praying for that all of my days. He is the star in my sky (if you listened to Pastor Juda you would know what I ment). Please, if you could take just 5 minutes right now and pray that God's will would be done and my dad would be saved I would be oh so greatful.
Thanks
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