It feels like forever since I last posted. Everything has become a blur since my birthday at the end of January but I take comfort in knowing God has taken care of me. He has given me many blessings such as getting accepted to my top choice college, Ohio University!
He also gave me a few crucial signs that further strengthened my belief in Him (not saying I never believed; sometimes, series of unfortunate events take place making us question He’s watching over us). I was having some issues I thought were just normal girl problems but ended up being quite serious. Luckily, I was able to catch it in time to get started on medication. In my heart, I believe it was my God who led me and who gave me the signs I needed to get checked out.
Recently, my life has been consumed with my school’s drama production of West Side Story in which I played Maria. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but I did not realize how much time being in a play takes, as I have never been in a theater production before. Between the play, keeping up with school work, and dealing with my medical issue, the stress has been unbelievable and for a while, I thought I might crack and have a mental breakdown. Thankfully, though, I was given the strength to keep my head on straight and continue on my way. (more…)
“He that walketh with wise men shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be destroyed.” Proverbs 13:20
Last Saturday I talked about the miracle of life, specifically my daughter. I love her with the depths of my soul but I don’t recommend purposefully getting pregnant in teenage years to feel the blessing of a child. I hope none of you interpreted it in this manner.
There were so many things leading up to me becoming pregnant. I surrounded myself with a wide range of different people after I started doing drugs, most of them didn’t believe in the Most High. Over time I began to adopt their attitudes and fell into peer pressure. Through these people and during the course of my physical and spiritual rebellion, I met the father of my daughter.
Sadly, an unbelieving crowd looks at life through eyes of the flesh. This is exactly what I began to do. Pleasures of this life became more important to me. Money, getting high, having fun with friends, the rush of being what some think is free, plus dishonoring my parents and pleasing my boyfriend instead of pleasing my Heavenly Father. Rejecting the morals, salvation, laws and grace of the Most High and His son Christ, turned me cold and hardened my heart. The more wicked things I did, the less my conscious cared.
The miracle of my baby girl plus the guidance of the Word, my church, and my beautiful and virtuous Mama, led me back to the Most High. Not everyone who chooses the journey I took finds their way back. Please, whether you’re pregnant, have a child, or are just a normal teen, correct yourself now. Fill your cup with the righteousness of the Word and pray with unwavering faith!
It’s no joke a child requires great responsibility. Those of you who may be carrying a child or who are already raising one, you know from experience a bad crowd and a precious innocent life doesn’t mix. Pray to the Most High and He will help you. It may seem hard at first because habits are hard to break but it’s so important to get life right. You only live once and can only raise a child once, so the fight is worth it.
I hope this gives you a little bit of insight about having unhealthy relationships with people who over time may change you. Teach and lead the people who are lost but don’t be one of them.
I have no blame for the people I once chose to surround myself for my pregnancy. What I’m trying to say is instead of taking heed to the temptations of the world and the people it offers, I should have taken heed to the Word and the Most High. If you feel it’s too late to turn around, I want you to know it is never too late! I got pregnant outside of marriage while on probation. And now look at me, I have the most beautiful well-mannered little girl and I’m a wonderful mother girded in the armor of Ephesians 6:13-18.
I thought about it for a couple minutes and decided to make the call so I called the main hospital where he worked and they transferred me to him. What happened next is kind of not what you’d want to hear. I remember ever single word of those awkward few minutes.
Me: “Hi is this, Jim?” (name changed) “My name is Susan.”
Him: “Yes, this is him, who am I speaking with?”
Me: “Do you have a daughter in Houston?”
Him: “No, I do not. Who is this again?”
My heart stopped. He doesn’t have a daughter? Is this really happening? I felt like such a fool.
Me: “Are you sure you don’t have a daughter?”
Him: “What did you say your name was again?”
This conversation changed my entire life. I had grown up without a father, without a manly figure in my life, and there he was sitting in an office across the country without any knowledge of his sixteen year old daughter.
I couldn’t blame him. I mean it wasn’t all of his fault, but a daughter without a father? A little girl is supposed to have her father’s love. He’s the one who is supposed to show her all about growing into a young woman just as much as a Mother is.
This is how the next couple of months went. At first I felt like I should’ve gotten my own TV news story or even my own reality TV show. I mean you can’t make this stuff up. Reality set in and even though it’s tough coming from a single parent home, my mom did everything right because today I am a very focused and driven young woman, and I know I’m going to get far in life.
I’m proud to share my story with you. If you ever feel less than because your father isn’t in your life or you feel like you’ll never get past the way you’re living now, take a look back at all you’ve been through. Look how far you’ve come. No one has the same story as me but I bet there are others out there who don’t have the relationship with their father they would desire. Please don’t let this part of your life define your life. Cling to those who do love you and want to spend time with you.
Last week I attended the Presidential Inauguration in Washington D.C. and saw Barack Obama at the public swearing-in ceremony as he became President of the United States for a second term.
During the hours leading up to the event, as the crowds grew, I regretted my choice of drinking only decaf coffee because caffeine would have helped me adjust to the early morning which began by waking up at 4:00 a.m. I also scolded myself for forgetting a pair of gloves as the chilly, winter weather set in. None of this mattered once we arrived at the National Mall because there I was standing in a sea of people, shoulder-to-shoulder with complete strangers, taking in the surreality of the moment and all I could do was smile. We were all different ethnicities, races, ages, religions, and came from different walks of life, but we had one thing in common: we were celebrating our country. Despite our political preference; Republican, Democrat, or Independent, we’re all Americans who want to see our country prosper and thrive. This is what truly matters.
Four years ago in 2009, I remember watching President Obama as he took the Oath of Office. I was sitting in Mr. Pawling’s homeroom class as a sixth grader in middle school. One Presidential term later and there I was last Monday, witnessing the historical event in person, on the National Mall.
While I was in Washington D.C. I had the privilege of attending a conference for high school students, through the Congressional Youth Leadership Council. I was ecstatic to be nominated and selected for the program. During the 5-day/4-night conference, I interacted with political figures like Condoleezza Rice, former Secretary of State, and General Wesley Clark, 2004 Democratic Party Presidential nominee; both notable leaders were keynote speakers. Also in attendance at the conference, were renowned journalists Nick Clooney and Bob Woodward, who participated in a panel discussion.
While in our nations’ capitol, I was constantly reminded that Barack Obama is very similar to us girls on SC4G. Obama’s parents were divorced and his grandparents raised him for a large portion of his childhood. He grew up in a non-traditional home and now today he is President of the United States. He proved to be successful, regardless of a difficult past. Personally being raised by a single mother, I know growing up in a divorced home can be hard; God gives me strength to achieve great things though. Remember to never let your parent’s divorce define who you are. You can achieve your dreams; President Barack Obama did!
“…for I know where I came from and where I am going.” John 8:14a (NIV)
Being a teenager isn’t easy and the reason is because the teenage years provide constant struggles. We are young people who are expected to behave as adults but who are treated like children.
In the past, one of my most difficult struggles was my relationship with my mother. I thought entering teenage-hood made me an adult, but she saw things differently. Because of our opposing points of view, we often argued. We couldn’t agree on the type of clothes I should wear, the style of my hair, or the people I should hang out with. She felt she was being a good mother and I felt she was trying to control every aspect of my life. Frankly, we had a rocky relationship for a few years.
I remember one argument I’m particularly ashamed. It was a few days after my fourteenth birthday and as a gift my mother bought me a lovely pair of shoes. I adored the shoes for a while until I saw my best friend’s shoes. They were gorgeous and I wanted them. I begged my parents to buy them for me but my mother reasoned she’d just bought me a pair. I angrily yelled at her telling her I never asked for them, and I didn’t want them. I wasn’t punished severely but the look in her eyes was punishment enough. We avoided each other for the rest of the week.
I wanted to make things better but I wasn’t sure how, so I started praying on it. I can’t say things changed overnight, but we did reach a turning point. We began to talk more to each other and less at one another. I realized my mother and I had a lot more in common than I thought. Also, we both learned the importance of compromise. As it turns out I actually found myself agreeing with her on topics we’d once had riffs about.
If you currently have a difficult relationship with your mom I implore you to try and patch it up. God willing, all broken bonds can be mended and a girl’s bond with her mother should always be stable.
Our mother’s job is to be our role models. They’re the women who whisper words of encouragement during our darkest times, the women who love and support us when others don’t, the women who pray for our wellbeing almost every day, and the women who brought us into this world. Mothers play a large role in our development as people. Don’t we owe them the opportunity to nurture us along the way?
I don’t know everyone’s mother-daughter stories but I do know every story should have a happy ending.
“I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine-she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.” Author unknown