This is hard to write. I hear that I'm funny; I make myself laugh most of the time. I love God, always have. Deeply convicted about doing the wrong thing. No time for self imposed grief. My passion for justice gets me in trouble some of the time. I find myself jumping out of my car when I see some form of unjust violence towards my brother or sister. I don't know what I think I am going to do with my 130 pound self. Still working on taking my guard down in my friendships (thank God for patient friends). Why am I guarded? I've eye witnessed a few cruel intentions some of which were planned for me and some I've planned. It scares me that I can be changed and others do not desire that change. What that means to me is that I can still be a victim even by a friend. God is helping me turn off my survivor mentality. WHat else?? New York is my favorite place to relax. I try to go every year and walk the streets and absorb the godly creative envergy (smile). Hopefully I will live there soon. Did I say how much I enjoy eating?
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