Cheerios = Innocence


We are a little over two weeks into a major life event, my dad’s passing. I feel different emotions daily, hourly, and sometimes it makes me question myself.  People grieve differently, types of death cause people to grieve on different levels.  I had a good friend tell me “There’s no right way to feel.  Whatever you feel is right for you.”
Sometimes I feel sad. Other times I feel peace.  Then there are times when I feel completely like myself, happy, silly, and like nothing has happened.  Those are the feelings that make me question my sanity.  Should I feel ok?  Should I be happy?  Am I supposed to be sadder than I am?  Then I will feel sad again.  It’s a cycle.

The night after my Dad, “Grandpa”, passed away we had a rough night with the boys.  They seemed to be doing alright through the day, but when bedtime approached feelings surfaced.  I was upstairs tucking them in while Jeremy made their lunches and got things ready for school the next day. I sat on the top bunk Indian style, holding hands with my two big guys.  We took turns praying for Grandpa and our family.  I started the prayer, with contained sadness.  Tears began running down my face, but I was silent.  When I finished, Phoenix prayed.  His soul is beyond his years.  The words he spoke were calm, peaceful and comforting.  Then Griffin prayed his best little prayer, the kind that makes you laugh a little inside because it doesn’t make a lot of sense.  Sensical or not, it was his own, and it was perfect.  I noticed that we all had tears pouring down.  When we finished praying I talked to them a little bit about Grandpa and happy times.  Things seemed light and positive.  I kissed them both, tucked them in, and started to walk away.  As I turned my back I heard Phoenix’s cry, a cry so hard he couldn’t catch his breath.  I knelt down beside his bed, rubbed his head, and kissed him.  I took his hand and put it on his heart with my other hand on his forehead and said: “Hey Phoenix, I want you to do something for me ok?”

“Ok” he gasped out.

“I’m going to count to three and I want you to breathe in really deep and then hold your breath for three seconds ok?”

“Ok” he gasped again.

“Alright 1-2-3, breathe in, and hold it!  1-2-3, now blow it out.  Did you feel that?”

“What?” He asked in a sad voice.

“Your heart beat. Did you feel how hard it was beating?”

“No” he said.

“Ok, let’s do it again. This time when I count to 3 and you breathe out, I want you to feel how hard your heart beats. Ok?”

“Ok” he said.

“Ready?  1-2-3… Breathe in and hold it!  1-2-3… Let it out, and feel your heart beat!   Did you feel it that time?”

He nodded yes with calmness.

“You know what?  Your heart beats so hard.  Do you know why?”  I paused as he shook his head no.  “It beats that hard because there is so much life inside you.  Grandpa’s heart was weak, and had to stop beating so he could go to Heaven.  But, as long as your heart beats, you have life.  Grandpa will always be in your heart for as long as it beats.  Anytime you feel sad, I want you to hold your hand on your heart, breathe in, hold your breath, breathe out, and feel your heart.  Then think of something happy that you and Grandpa did together.  Ok?”

“Like when we worked together out in his shop?”  He asked me eagerly.

“Does that make you happy to think about?”  I asked knowing his answer.

“Yep!”  Smiles gave his reply away.

“Then that’s what you should always think of!”  And, the happiness returned.  Peace and calmness took over, and all was good in the world of Phoenix.

I let a deep breath out, told them I loved them, and started to walk away again.  As I grabbed the doorknob I heard, what I thought was a super powerful cackle of a laugh, but I was wrong.  Griffin, the child that shows very little range of emotions, let out a guttural scream.  I have never heard such deep pain in his cry before.  He was hyperventilating, so much so that it alarmed Jeremy, and he came running up the stairs.  I bent over Griffin’s bed and started the same breathing exercise with him.  His tiny little brain didn’t understand what to do with his feelings, and he hurt.  It was too much, but I somehow stayed calm enough to calm him down.  Phoenix crawled in the top bunk with Griffin and repeated the things I told him.  It was sweet.  They had each other for comfort.  We ended the episode with a laugh, and all was good in the world of Griffin and Phoenix.

Jeremy and I left their room.  I couldn’t get to our bedroom fast enough.  I just stood in the middle of the room next to our bed with my back to the door, because I knew.  I knew that Jeremy was there.  I tried so hard to keep it together, but emotion involuntarily puked out of me.  There was no containing it.  That moment was hard.  Jeremy just hugged me while I ugly cried.  I took in a few deep breaths as he said some reassuring things to me, and life was calm in the world of Robyn.

Since that moment, Phoenix and Griffin have remained upbeat, happy, and without sadness.  We comforted them, and those words stuck.  They trusted the words we told them to be true, and actually applied it to life.  I know this because I have had a couple brief moments of sadness in front of them since that night.  Phoenix tells me Grandpa is in Heaven, and he would never want us to be sad.  We aren’t supposed to stay sad but instead be happy for him.  I always agree and tell him that he’s right.  It calms my soul.  Griffin is a different creature.  Want to know why?  Well, let me tell you.

As I was making lunch for him this weekend, he saw the funeral program with my Dad’s picture on it and asked: “What does that say in there?” I told him it was the day Grandpa was born, the day he died, and some other stuff. It was quiet for a second, and then I said: “Griff, I miss Grandpa.” Without missing a beat or asking any other questions he held out his hand and said:  “Want a Cheerio?”  I just laughed, rubbed his head, and said “Sure!”

What would life be like if we could Return to Innocence?  Who has the authority to give it back to us, and how can I find them?  How much better off would we be if we took the advice we give our children and applied it into our own lives more often?  Why can’t all sadness be cured with Cheerios?

What, in life, can you see through the eyes of a child today?



Here’s an excerpt I took from :  “Of course, children are easily fooled and led astray. In their artlessness they tend to miss the truth and be drawn to myths and fantasies.  But that is not what is meant by having a childlike faith.  Jesus promoted a humble, honest faith in God, and He used the innocence of a child as an example.  Emulating the faith of children, we should simply take God at His Word.  As children trust their earthly fathers, we should trust that our “Father in heaven [will] give good gifts to those who ask him” (Matthew 7:11).”

Damaged Beyond Repair


Is it possible to become Damaged Beyond Repair?
We live in a society of wastefulness.  Something breaks, you toss it.  You get tired of something, you get rid of it.  What happened to items being valuable? At what point did we stop trying to fix things that are broken and just discard them instead?  Are things really irreparable or are we just lazy?

I took this picture of some shopping carts labeled “Damaged Beyond Repair” months ago while I was walking into Wal-Mart.  What caught my eye, even past the label, was that it has beer bottles, cans, and trash in it.  My mind immediately soared past the carts into life association.

So, let’s Life Associate for a while. Raise your hand if you’ve ever screwed up.  Me!  Major?  Uhhhh Huh…  Done some stupid stuff that you knew you shouldn’t have done? Right here!  More than once?  Yep… Did it get dark for you? Unfortunately.  Feel like life was out to get you?  Ummm… Yeah.  Bad luck?  Is there even such a thing as good luck?  Sound familiar?  I know I’m not the only one on this roll call list.

There was a time in my life when I felt like I screwed up past the point of forgiveness, past the point of repair, past the point of ever being loved again.  I thought I only deserved to have people in my life that screwed up just as bad as me, or worse.  How could anyone love me?  How would anyone ever trust me again?  Who would love someone who’s as broken as I’ve become?  Everyone messes up, but mine is HUGE.  I felt like I would never be myself again.  I was lost. Things became so foreign and empty for me.  I felt “Broken Beyond Repair”.

I wasn’t though.  It took someone with faith bigger than the faith I had lost in myself to get me pointed in the right direction.  Can people, ordinary people, repair us? Not really, but sort of… If you’re broken, you need a mechanic.  God is the Mechanic.  People are his tools.  Sometimes he uses friends, family, strangers, and situations as the necessary tools he needs to get work done.

If you are in the broken stage of life pay close attention to people extending themselves to you and to the events happening around you. You may not want help or you might feel embarrassed or ashamed that you need it.  But… What if God has put someone or something in your path that you push away and you miss an epic opportunity?  What if there’s so much better out there for you than what you think you deserve?  Think about how much more you appreciate repaired items than discarded items.  Take the initiative to make an appointment and finally get those repairs under control.  Change is work.  Work is good.  God is the ultimate mechanic.


Emergency Alert


There are many facts in life I’m sure of.  Here are a few:  1. My name is Robyn.  2. I am allergic to cats, so I can never be a “Cat Lady”.  3. If you don’t put oil in your car, eventually it will explode and die… Forrrr…evvvvv…errrrrr… Forrrr…evvvvv…errrrrr.  So, there’s that. Facts are facts.  Now, here are some things I don’t know: 1. I don’t know how many miles it is to Heaven.  2. The process of the soul leaving the body is unfamiliar to me.  Does it have a layover?  Is there a connecting flight?  Is there someone on the other side holding a sign with the deceased’s last name?  3. When will it stop hurting?  Will the sickness in the pit of my stomach and throat ever go away?  When will the things that hurt me to think about now become something that I will eventually love to think about and cherish?

I don’t know.  It’s not something that I can research and then go: “Oh… Ok. Well, that’s cool. I didn’t realize that’s how it happens.  Good to know.  Now I can have peace of mind.”  I won’t know until it is my time.  Even then, I can’t report back to you so you’ll know too.  Sorry.  If anything ever changes in that area, I’ll be sure to let you know.

When my Dad passed last Saturday night it changed mine and my entire family’s life.  It will never be the same.  I will never hear my Dad tell his epic stories again.  I won’t be able to see his crooked fingers anymore.  His eyes are not here to twinkle and light up when he smiles.  I can’t call him to ask a question I don’t know the answer to or how to do something or to tell him something funny the boys did. He’s not there.  He’s not here anymore.  My Dad is gone.  Those are the words that repeat in my head multiple times a day because it doesn’t feel real.  At all.  But, it is. That is my new reality.  Half of the couple that gave me life no longer has life anymore.  That’s just weird.

I’ve been too busy to have idle time to process things.  Up until this point I’ve been strong, but I’m starting to unravel.  Not in a bad way but just in the natural order of the grieving process way.  It’s to be expected.  I haven’t sat and had an official “conversation with my Dad” yet.  Not a long one at least. However, I did drop him a couple lines one morning.  It was two days after his funeral while I was putting my shoes on.  I said to him: “Hey Daddy.  I miss you.  I want to feel you around me today.  Give me some kind of sign to let me know you made it there safe.” And then this happened… “We interrupt your normal broadcasting to bring you this.  This is only a test.  I repeat, this is only a test.” As I was saying the word “safe” thoughts flooded my brain.  They weren’t my own.  They were in my brain, but it’s like there was a purposeful invasion to interrupt what I was saying. It was an emergency alert. The words God or my Dad or whoever or whatever sent them to me were simple and true: “Your faith is how you know I made it.”  If my Dad were here to hear me question something so significant and serious, that’s exactly what he would say to me.  I know my Dad was saved.  I know what the Bible has taught me my entire life about what happens when you die.  I know how at peace my Dad was about dying and moving from here to there.  I just wanted some closure and peace of mind.  I just wanted to know-know.  Ya know? But, I already do.  Have you ever thought about why they run those tests periodically?  It’s to see if things are working correctly.  If there are any kinks or things that need to be fixed, they make sure and get it back in working order. Faith check.  The kinks are worked out.  “Your faith is how you know I made it.”  Now we send you back to your regularly scheduled program.






It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. I’ve been a little busy.  Three boys prove to make life mostly insane.  Honestly, I’ve savored the last bit of “baby” from our youngest, Silas.  He is 19 months old now.  While I could’ve written, I chose to be present in family.  Words and thoughts were there, wanting to be put into life, but when I would begin to write…  It was clear that wasn’t where I was supposed to spend my energy.  So I didn’t.  That’s all!

Now, I’m entering a different part of life.  A transition.  A rough area.  A life changing event.  My Dad’s health is deteriorating.  With that comes emotional overload and racing thoughts.  So, this morning I prayed.  Honestly, my spiritual life has been calm and not as prominent lately… Peaks and valleys, right?

Today was the first time I’ve prayed, like really prayed, in a while.  I’ve prayed for others many times, but I haven’t soul prayed in a long time.  Just being honest here.  This time I prayed for God’s will.  I prayed for my dad to have comfort and peace of mind.  I prayed that he feels God everyday and that God stays close with him.  I prayed that when my Dad is feeling sad, pain, or any of the multiple emotions running through his brain every minute, that God would just wash peace and calmness over him that only HE can provide.  I prayed for God to surround my Mom and give her peace.   I prayed for My Sister.  I asked Him to comfort her when she starts to feel sad, for Him to help her to never feel alone, to calm her soul when it feels like it can’t be tamed, and when she feels like she can’t breathe for Him to breathe life into her.

For myself, I prayed for God to use me today in some way to help others.  I prayed to think His thoughts, to say His words, and that my actions be pure.  I prayed for my racing thoughts to become clear, for them not to leave me, but to gain clarity about all the thoughts and emotions I’m feeling.
And, I prayed for my day to be bright.  The sun was shining all day, it was 60 degrees in January, and I have peace in my soul.  I don’t have all the answers.  I’m still sad.  But, for today… I am who I’m meant to be.  Isn’t that all we are promised… Today?

Draw Near to God and He will draw near to you.  James 4:8


Stop Looking at Me Swan

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“Shampoo is better.  I go on first and clean the hair.  Conditioner is better.  I leave the hair silky and smooth.  Oh really fool?  Really.  Stop looking at me swan!”

Billy Madison quote, circa 1995.  That was 21 years ago.  Yes… you read that right, 21 years.  WHAT??  So, what can we learn from this quote?  We can observe that Billy Madison was probably drunk or high when he said this, but we can also learn some valuable and deeper things too.  On the way to work this morning I thought of things that strengthen us, things that build us up.  Then I looked down at my hair and thought: “Ugh.  My hair is dry.  I need the layers freshened up.  I also need to start conditioning my hair better.  Then, I thought about how conditioner repairs damaged things.  That went into thinking about conditioning your body when it gets out of shape.  I was left thinking: “Wow, that’s good.  Conditioning your hair and body strengthens and repairs years of damage.  That’s kind of like what happens when we lose sight of our walk with God.”  My brain flooded with thoughts.  ADD is good for something, right?  Right??

Here’s an invitation into my brain.  You’re welcome.  We are dirty people.  Without shampoo our scalps would be dirt infested sweaty rat’s nests.  Speaking of…  Jeremy and I started letting the boys shower themselves a while back.  With that decision comes a great deal of trust.  The trust gets broken on occasion.  Boys are gross.  If you have boys I don’t need to explain the detail of smells and locations of super uncleanliness.  You know about it.  You’ve been there.  If you don’t have boys…  They’re walking, smelly, crusty, stink bombs.  So, Friday while rubbing Griffin’s head I felt a bump.  I did what any mother would do… inspected it!  Upon inspection, I saw so many foreign objects on his scalp and in his hair.  My face was frozen in disgust expression mode.  He failed the scrubbing test, so I had to show him how hair stylists get down on a scalp!  He needed a good shampooing, and he got it.

“Shampoo is better.  I go on first and clean the scalp”    

Let’s just take a look at shampoo.  What does it do?  You bring the glorious bottle of goodness into your life, home, shower, and you bask in its glory.  You choose to make shampooing your hair a routine whether it is daily, every other day, or more frequently.  Either way, you MAKE time for it because it is important to be clean.  Shampoo has cleansing agents that are powerful enough to wash away the dirt and buildup.  You lather your hair, let it do its thing, and then let the dirt and grime wash away into the drain.  Your hair is squeaky clean and smells nice!  Shampoo rocks, and so does God.  But, how do God and shampoo even remotely relate to one another?  I’m so glad you asked!  Our very being gets dirty and years of buildup and filth cover us.  It becomes too much to handle and clean up on our own.  That’s when God comes into our lives, while we are sinners, to clean and wash our sins away.  He is the only one who can do that job.  You have to choose to be clean either with shampoo or by God; it doesn’t “just happen” by itself.  There are some clear differences between God and shampoo though.  When you ask God to come into your life and cleanse you of your sins… that’s FREE!  Shampoo isn’t free.  Another difference in the two is that once you are saved, you are always saved.  That means once you have been cleansed of your sins you don’t have to repeat being saved over and over daily to cleanse yourself.  It is inexpensive and easy to bring God into your life.  Take into consideration the maintenance of your shampooing routine.  That’s a lot of work to stay clean.  Next time you’re washing your hair, think about how God handles the cleanliness of your soul for you so you don’t have to and how significant that is.

“Conditioner is better.  I leave the hair silky and smooth.”       

Conditioner isn’t a necessary step for some, but often a great addition.  Once your hair has been cleaned, you can choose to be done at that point.  No other steps are required.  You’ve been cleansed; conditioning is just a bonus.  Sometimes though, hair becomes hard to manage on its own, so adding conditioner to your routine helps to tame the beast of tangles.  It softens and smooths dry and unruly hair.  If you’ve had lighteners added at some point, they stripped your hair of natural oils and disrupted the shaft and its original make-up.  Weather and chemicals are harsh on your hair.  Maybe you just need a little extra TLC to revitalize your hair and restore it back to its original state.  Conditioner can be compared to God’s word.  Once cleansed by God, you aren’t required to do anything else.  You can just exist and be who you are.  Sometimes, we need some extra strength and repair in our lives that only the word of God can give us.  Knowledge is power.  Want softness of your heart, a shine to your soul, and strength to your mind?  Condition yourself with words from the Bible.  Your hair and being are given extra strength by hair conditioner and Bible conditioning.  When things come your way that causes potential damage, you will be stronger and better equipped to fight it off.  That’s a big deal.  You want power!  Feel the softness that conditioner provides after shampooing your hair.  Dig into the word of God some this week and see what kind of strength and softness it gives you.

 “Stop looking at me swan!”

Swan = Haters, Judgers, and people who think you’re crazy or try to bring you down.  Toss the swans aside and focus on the Shampoo and Conditioner.  That’s where it’s at!

Peace, Love, and Jesus,


Lost and Found

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They say bad things happen in threes, and last week they were right.  Last week was the week from Hell, pure Hell.  This week… this week has been truly life changing.  What I’m about to share with you is a true series of events, the aftermath of the storm, and the confirmation that it is well with my soul.  To kick it all off I just want to say that the universe is not capable of creating such intertwined masterpieces, but God is.  His timing and plans are always truly eye opening and perfect.  We just have to open our eyes and look beyond the surface to how it all fits together.

For the last few months I’ve been experiencing a complete spiritual disconnect.  I didn’t understand it.  Praising, worshiping, listening to sermons, applying things to everyday life… those things come easy and natural to me.  Lately, that’s far from the truth.  Jeremy and I talked through it, almost daily.  Some days were really dark and I wondered how I would ever pull through.  I didn’t understand it.  There was no motivation for the things I once had passion for, both in church and work.  I was in a funk that I didn’t know how to get out of.  There were some underlying life events that happened, which didn’t help the situation, but that wasn’t the cause of the spiritual funk.  I thought it was Satan doing his thing, what he’s best at.  I prayed for God to get me out of it, for him to use me, for him to restore my passion to serve and for me to be happy again.  I didn’t like how I felt, didn’t want to feel it, and I tried to pray it away.  That’s generally what we do in the middle of a spiritual disconnect and hard times, pray the hurt away.  Last week everything came to a head:  Family and friends, the past, and our dog passed.  It came in three’s…  Hell Week.  I still saw it as Satan’s schemes.  What I couldn’t see was what God was about to do.  Trust God always, even when it feels like he’s no longer on your side.  He’s still there.

One of the three events last week caused a lot of pain from my past to resurface, childhood and teenage years.  I questioned it really hard.  I have been over and healed from this part of my life for a really, really long time.  Why was this all the sudden resurfacing again?  What was happening?  Confusion set in.  Then our dog passed away on the first day of our church’s Awaken to Potential Conference, our version of a revival.  I set there at church Sunday night unable to concentrate.  I was pissed at the week’s events.  I felt like I didn’t have God in my corner anymore.  I didn’t want to sing.  I didn’t want to listen to what anyone had to say.  I was a body in a church, and that was the extent of my existence that night.  I wanted to go home and sleep it off.  Monday, the pieces started to fall together.  Someone needed me, and the need related to my teenage years.  “So, this is why all the sudden the past had reared itself?  Ok.  I get it now.”  Those were my thoughts as of Monday.  I didn’t have it all figured out yet.

Tuesday, on the way to work, I prayed for clarity and for God to help me figure out all of this mess from the last week and a half of my life.  I prayed out loud so I could really focus.  Once I finished I thought…  and thought…  and something clicked within me.  It was like my brain, heart, and soul finally were finally able to sync once again.  God clearly revealed the reason for my spiritual disconnect.  See, sometimes when we are connected to serving in a specific area of church or work or home and we get in this rhythm of comfortability and routine, everything becomes predictable and safe.  Safety isn’t always effective when reaching people who are hurting and need help.  Safe people are just that… safe.  If someone is drowning in the ocean, they’re obviously not safe.  And, if you are standing ashore, far from them, you’re not in danger.  When they call out to you for help, you don’t stay where you’re at yelling at them: “Good luck!  I’ll pray for you!”  You take off running, abandoning your safety to save their life!

I had built up this understanding of “This is where I am meant to serve.  I feel like God called me here to be involved in this ministry, and this is where I belong.”  But, over a few months, the disconnect began… for no specific reason.  I just knew and felt myself drifting, and I couldn’t get back to where I once was.  God revealed to me that sometimes he has to empty us when we are full in one area prepare us for something different and unrelated.  See, if I’m invested in one thing but God needs my heart, soul, passion, and life experiences for something else…  I can’t be used to the best of my ability.  If he empties me and brings old emotions to the surface, then I will be more sensitive and relatable to someone going through the same thing I once faced.

God was emptying and disconnecting me of one thing to build me up for someone else.  I always pray for Him to use me.  That prayer is a huge responsibility, and one I don’t take lightly.  With that responsibility, sometimes life is a little bit like a roller coaster; but I never want to get off the ride.  When He laid his plan out, I began to understand the reason for my struggle wasn’t about me at all.  That’s when all the pain, confusion, and sadness I had been feeling suddenly lifted.  The world now feels brighter.  My happiness is back.  I feel my purpose again.  I know that God is still there, and He is using me.  I realize that this is way bigger than myself.  He uses us to help people.  He uses pain to heal people.  He empties us to fill others up.

I knew, in my heart, that this was God speaking to me.  I knew this was his handiwork.  Tuesday, this was all further confirmed.  I finished up doing a hair color at work and decided to go outside to write in the warm sunshine.  I opened up my laptop, and the sun was so bright that I couldn’t even see the screen.  So, I put my laptop down and went to get my sunglasses.  I put them on, sat down again, opened up the laptop, and began to write my first word.  As soon as I began to type a wasp flew at my face.  Wasps = Winged Devils.  I hate them!  So, I got up and moved to a different location.  I sat down again, began to type my first sentence and out of my peripheral I saw something next to my leg.  I looked down and there was a BLACK WIDOW about to crawl right on my leg!  I jumped up, slammed my laptop shut, and went back in.  I was like…  This is definitely something I’m supposed to write about because those two creatures are walking, flying pictures of Satan!!  A black widow…  really?  Satan didn’t win this time though.  The words are out.  You can take back your army of wasps, black widows, and other terrible things that come in three’s.  God pulled me out of my funk.  I have a purpose, and the Armor of God is impenetrable!  Bring it dude…  bring it.

Peace, Love, and Jesus,




After a couple weeks break, I am back.  I stepped away for a bit during spring break to take care of my three dudes.  Three dudes + One Mom = Zero Coherent Thought Processes.  Also, I’ve been dealing with some stuff.  Yay!  When I took on this blog I knew that there would inevitably be some type of spiritual, emotional, mental, or physical attack that would come my way.  People warned me it would happen, but I thought: “That’s fine Satan, bring it.  I can handle whatever you throw at me!”  The thing is, you never know the form the attack will rear itself in.  So, it’s not something you can easily prepare for.

In my case, the attack started as a scab that wouldn’t go away and soon became an infection.  (I don’t really have a literal scab or infection in the physical sense.  It’s a situational scab).  Usually, when you have an infection you can treat it and it goes away.  Other times, the infection attacks multiple areas of your body.  Immunities build up, so normal treatments won’t even eradicate it.  The infection becomes harder to deal with.  It takes over and begins to effect other areas of your body.  You try different approaches to treat the infection, but nothing works.  It’s toxic.  It makes you sick, weak, and unable to complete normal everyday tasks because it’s all you can think about.  Other people begin to notice the toll it’s taken on you.  Circulation of the infection makes its way down to your foot.  All treatments render useless.  It sets in like you never thought it would or could.  Nothing touches the pain.  After a while of fighting the good fight, the doctor finally tells you it’s time to take precautionary measures.  Amputation of your foot and lower leg is necessary because if you let it go, all the toxic infection will go into your blood stream.  Once it enters your blood stream, you might as well forget about options.  You’re a goner.  You don’t want to amputate because, well…  your body parts are pretty important to you and your survival.  That foot and leg have been around since the beginning.  It has taken you places you loved and places you wish you had never experienced.  Daily living will forever change once it’s gone.  You will look down everyday and remember the living flesh that once was there.  Life will never be the same again, but you understand that’s your only option for survival at this point.  I mean, you could let it go and see what happens, but you know and understand the outcome.  Your other foot, leg, organs, and blood don’t deserve to become toxic, and it is your duty to protect those things that are vital to your survival.

My husband and friends told me to write about my infection.  They said writing about real life is my duty and this is something everyday people can relate to.  I agree with them, but there comes a fine line between writing about something that affects me and airing out my dirty laundry.  I’m not interested in the latter.  Also, who wants to read about something without a happy ending?  People hate movies and books like that.  People look to be cheered up not brought down!  I’m still in infection mode right now, though.  That’s real life.  There’s no happy ending yet, and it may never come.  What I will say is this:  Years ago, Jeremy and I made a few bad decisions that changed the course of our lives forever.  You all know the story by now, no need to rehash it.  I have learned that God can forgive you, and you can forgive yourself, but some people never will.  6 and a half years ago I created a self-inflicted wound.  It scabbed and healed, and a scar was left behind.  I still see and feel it, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.  See, that scar reminds me of where I used to be, but I refuse to let it maim me.  I own the scar; it doesn’t own me.  The problem is, sometimes other people poke needles in it, which creates a new scab on top of an old wound.  That’s where I’m at right now, fighting off scar tissue infection.

I have a friend/confidant/mentor who gave me some sound advice recently.  He is a huge supporter of My Own Samaria.  When he asked why I haven’t written anything lately, I told him I was dealing with an infection.  He laughed and said: “Too much information.  I don’t want to know anymore!”  We talked briefly about actual infections, not my specific one, and he gave me some words to live by.  With his permission I am going to share with you what he told me.  “Knowing a bit of the back story, your comment about infections really got me thinking.  I am dealing with my own infection lately and then when you said that, it started me down this road to thinking. There are 2 kinds of infections, bacterial and viral.  A bacterial infection is where this foreign body invades our space and the side effects IT gives off causes us to feel ill.  We suffer symptoms and maladies based on those effects, but it doesn’t change us.  We just have to react and fight the foreign body.  A viral infection invades our very being. It takes over what we already are and changes us internally causing US to give off illness.  That’s why we can’t take medicine for a virus.  It has to run its course.  We hold on and hope we live through it.  This has led me to the conclusion that my infection is bacterial, and it’s not going to change me fundamentally.  I can fight those symptoms, and I don’t have to just ‘weather the storm’.  I think your infection is bacterial also.  It won’t change who you are . . . for what that’s worth.”  Smart dude, my friend, smart dude…

There’s no vaccination or magic medicine for life situation infections.  So, what happens when it sets in and there’s no known cure?  You pray.  You fight.  You exist.  You eliminate negativity.  You take precautionary measures in order for survival.  You wait out the storm.  You know that as long as you have God on your side, the outcome will be in you favor because you follow and trust in Him.  You don’t “become the virus”, you “eradicate it” by any means necessary.  You create a team that has the knowledge and resources to handle these type of infections.  And, if you’re forced to amputate a foot and leg because it has become toxic, know that life goes on.  Most importantly, give it to God.  And, in the meantime, until you are healed…  You LIVE… because without living the infection wins.  Everyone likes a happy ending.  Fight for yours!

Peace, Love, and Jesus,


Mud Blood

Muddy Girl

Another week has come and gone folks.  Which means…  it’s time to get muddy.  Wait… What?  It’s time for Teen Life.  We’ve got a Country Girl in the house!  Put on your boots, fill up your Yeti with some sweet tea, and let’s go Muddin!  Mud Blood is slinging words today instead of watered down dirt, but in her honor…  If you’ve got a 4-Wheeler, Jeep, or anything that likes mud…  Get on it!!!  Let me tell you a little about Mud Blood.  I’m not referring to Harry Potter characters either.  Basically, go the extreme opposite of that!  I picked the name Mud Blood because most country girls bleed mud!  She is down to earth.  Ummm… How could she not be?  When you ride, you wear the earth.  She is beautiful and caring, but like any country girl…  don’t get on her bad side.  Sugar and spice and everything nice, but make me mad and you’ll be picking mud out of your teeth for a week!  But, for real though.  She’s a cool girl.

I’m gonna throw this out there and say:  I feel like the art above needs some explaining, so I’m going to take a moment to tell you why I chose it.  I spent a good 3 hours, (not even kidding), trying to find a “country girl” “muddy girl” “cowgirl” “girl with guns” “retro cowgirl” “muddy teen” “teenage country girl”…  Put those terms into Google and you’re going to get a LOT of inappropriate images.  Just don’t do it.  I’ve decided that the world needs some more PG or PG-13 rated artists for the previously mentioned terms.  Anyway, you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find… You get what you need.  Apparently, today you needed to be a radioactive girl in a mud fight with some dudes.  Are you mad at a guy right now?  If so, that’s you and him…  Don’t even go for the bullseye.  Sneak around the tree and rub it all over his face.  Country girls fight dirty.  Wow, I got a little off track there.  Ummm… let’s just get into your words.  Ok?


Teen Life.  One Word.  Go!


What is one of your favorite childhood memories?

Riding four wheelers in the creek

YES!!!  You’re my kind of girl!  Love some 4-Wheeler Riding!  I spent my childhood riding 4-Wheelers and rocking awkward haircuts.  You have hair, that looks like it belongs on a girl.  Be proud!

If you could visit one country, which would it be and why?

Spain, they have beautiful beaches

And, who could be unhappy on a beach?? 

What annoys you?

When people make fun of others

What do you wish your parents did differently?

Let me be more free

When you don’t feel free in a world full of restrictions, just take your shoes off, sink your toes into some mud, and dream of a time you’ve been free.  Freedom comes in stages.  Think about all of the things you are free to do that people from all over the world aren’t.  I know, it still seems unfair.  But, that’s something that always keeps me grounded when I want more than I have. 

What is something you think your parents are awesome at?

Loving me

If you could learn one thing at school that they don’t teach, what would it be?

How to deal with stupid people

How much easier would life be if there was a handbook on how to deal with difficult people? 

What is one thing you would like to say to your teachers?

Teach better

What is something you would like to say to your school?

Just stop

Hammer Time?  Oh wait.  You probably didn’t mean that.  My bad.

Why do you think people want to tear people down or make people feel small through words or actions?

So they feel better about themselves

Have you ever been bullied?  If so, describe the situation.


Awesome!!!  That makes me happy.

Have you ever been cyber bullied?  If so, describe the situation.


Have you ever made fun of or bullied anyone before?


Do you gossip?


If you see someone being mistreated, gossiped about, or not being included, do you normally sit back and do nothing or do you take a stand?

Take a stand

Do you believe in God?  Why or Why Not?

Yes.  He is the only reason we make it to the next day.

And the next, and the hard days, and the good days too!

Have you ever been depressed?  If so, what brought it on?

Yes, my parent’s divorce, a new school, and people leaving my life.

Are you still currently depressed?  If not, how did you get through it?

No, I called God to help me through my time of need.  He gave me good friends.

He always gives us what we need, when we need it.  It may not come in the form we think it will, but He gets us where we need to be in life.  Like I said earlier: “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find you get what you need.”  The Rolling Stones   

Does anything give you anxiety?

Not really

Pick one that resembles you the best.  When you have problems to deal with or when something is bothering you which one do you resort to?

  1. Stuff it down until you don’t have to deal with it anymore
  2. Run from it
  3. Stick it out no matter how hard or how much it hurts ———This one

Have you ever experienced verbal, emotional, physical, or sexual abuse?


What is the worst thing you’ve ever gotten in trouble for?


Sex… do you wait for marriage or do you feel like it’s that important to wait anymore?


Drugs and alcohol.  Tell me about what teens are doing these days.  What kind of drugs?  How often?

They smoke weed and get drunk I’m sure

What makes you laugh?

My friends and family

What makes you cry?

When bad things happen

Do you feel beautiful?


You’re always beautiful.  Plain and simple.  Every single time I see you, I think: “Her smile is so great!  Her whole entire face lights up!”  If you don’t see that, I’m just putting that out there for you so that you know other people do. 

What makes you feel beautiful?

Makeup and nice clothes

What prevents you from feeling beautiful?

My weight

Name one negative thing in your life.


I feel ya.  Ain’t nobody got time for that! 

Now, tell me three positive things about your life.

I have friends  

I have my family

I have God

And, do you have glittery boots?  Because, if you don’t… you should.  Dorothy had ruby slippers.  Mud Blood should have glittery boots.  I dunno… it just came to me.    

What is the hardest thing you’ve ever faced in your life?  How did you get through it?

My parent’s divorce.  I just prayed and God helped me.

Who are you closest to?

My best friend

What is one thing you could change about your life to make it better?

Less drama

So much drama in the LBC, it’s kind of hard being Snoop D O Double G.  You’ll have to google that.  It’s an old rap song.  That’s my response to unnecessary drama.  That and this picture:

Hungry Child

People are always trying to start something, and THIS exists in the world.  Perspective people.  Get it.

What is one thing you could do to make the world a better place?

Pray for it

What do you think is the best thing about you?

That I love God


What makes you feel self-conscious?


So, your weight is just fine.  You are a normal size.  I know that’s a hard thing to deal with though.  Been there, done that.  But, skinny people are hungry…  and, they’re not always happy still.  So, you do you, the real you.  That will make you happy in the long run. 

What worldly cause are you passionate about?

Not sure

What is one thing you cannot live without?

My mom

What is something you’ve always wanted or wanted to do but never had the chance to get or do?

Go to Hawaii

I see a beach vacation for this group in our future!  How awesome would that be?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Music producer

Whoa!!  That’s super cool!  Remember all of the small people you once knew when you get there!!

If you had one superpower, what would it be?

I could fly

A genie grants you three wishes, what would they be?

  1. Be successful
  2. Be rich
  3. Travel the world

What is the weirdest thing about you?


Good.  That’s what I like to hear.  Embrace your weird personality!  There’s only one Mud Blood!

What is one thing you want your parents to know about you?

I love them

What is one thing you want your friends to know about you?

I got yall’s back

What is one thing you want the world to know about you?

I got this

What do you think society misunderstands about teenagers?

We need people to care about us.  We need people to be there for us.

What do you want to say to bullies out there?

Just stop.  It’s not cute.  It’s not funny.  Just go on somewhere else.  You will answer for it one day.

Good job.  Couldn’t have said it better myself.

What would you like to say to teens that struggle with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, abuse, or bullying?

Keep your head up!  God loves you!  Things will get better.


Mud Blood.  Your words have now entered the interwebs.  You are famous for your radioactive mud fights.  The whole world will know you.  The boys will not mess with you anymore, and the girls will want to stay in your good graces.  Everyone has gained a new friend in you.  The world will never be the same, and it shouldn’t.  Now, click your glittery boots together and say: “There’s no place like the creek.  There’s no place like the creek.  There’s no place like the creek.”  Look at your eyes in the mirror.  They’re not glowing anymore.  You’re just Mud Blood again… until the next time someone pulls your pigtails.

Peace, Love, and Jesus,






Moon Child

Moon Child Pic

Naming this week’s teen caused my mind to call a tie breaker, only because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go the funny or deep route.  I ended up going deep, because go big or go home, right?  Or… something like that…  “Moon Child” ends Teen Life’s second month, and next week another super cool girl will kick off month 3!  Calling all TEENS!!!  Keep bringing your awesome selves to Teen Life, because it’s cool and stuff…  “And you know this… man…”  Ok, I know some of you won’t get that quote unless you are around my age, probably.  Oh my gosh, I’m getting old.  Anyway, back to Teen Life, the ones who aren’t old!

One of Moon Child’s questions was to give five objects that represent her.  “The Moon” was one of those objects, and you can read why below.  To me, it set the tone of her story.  I felt like it had some deeper and more mysterious meaning behind it, something I think could reveal more about her.  The moon has always been mysterious to me.  Was there really a moon landing?  Was it really simulated in a Hollywood studio?  We may never know.  The wolves howl to it.  The witches dance under it naked.  There’s a man up there in it.  Cheese… it’s what the moon is made of.  It causes pregnant women to go into labor.  The crazies always come out when it’s full.  Ocean tides rise because it’s a magnet for water.  The moon…  what power it possesses.  Moon Child is right; it’s inconsistent, but it is always there.  I like Moon Child, and I like her a lot.  Her brain seems like a great place to be.  I’ll lend it to you for a bit while you read through her words.


Teen Life.  One word.  Go!


Hey, positivity right out of the gate!

Do you think the town you’ve grown up in has influenced the person you are?

Yes, very much so

What is something that you believe in strongly?

Everyone is equal, no matter who they are.

To that quote I will leave you this:

Equal Pic

What is the most inspiring thing you’ve ever been told?

You have to speak what you feel, not what you have to say.

What is the greatest responsibility your parents have given you?

My car

Write about a time when you made a sacrifice for someone else.

There have been many times I stayed home and didn’t do something to watch my 2 year old nephew so my sister could go what she wanted.

Choose five symbols or objects that represent you. Why did you choose these things?

A treble clef:  I love music, and want to learn as much as I can about it

The moon:  I’m inconstant

The wind:  I’ll never be the exact same twice

The water:  I kind of go where my decisions take me.  I don’t think about things too much

A mother bear:  I tend to worry a lot about people I care about.  I never want them hurt

You just took it deep, Moon Child.  I like your brain and the way the symbolism works.  You’re real, and that’s good.  Don’t change your brain for anyone or anything.

What does it mean to be a family?

Being a family is being with people you’d be willing to die for, no matter if they’re blood or not.

What inspires you?

My nephew, he’s 2, so he’s kind of everywhere all the time.  He goes where the wind takes him.

I get that.  Kids are flighty, all over the place.  Their innocence and whimsy is inspiring.  It’s also exhausting when you have three of them.  They’re fun though.

If you could visit another decade from the past 100 years, which would you choose?

I would visit the 50s.

And, if you ever visit the 50’s, you will take me with you.  I was meant to be born in the 50’s, that’s all.

What would it be like if you could control your dreams?

If I could control my dreams they’d be full of love and happiness.

Do you pray? Why or why not?

No.  I believe if there is something you really need in your life God would know that it’s bothering you, without asking him directly all the time.

That’s an interesting concept and a thought I have tossed around quite often.

Do you believe in God?  Why or why not?

Well, yes and no, if that’s possible. I believe in God, because it’s better than believing in nothing. I’ve always been raised that God exists, and he’s always watching; but it seems crazy that he just appeared one day and made everything.  If God exists, why is there so much pain and suffering?  Why do people hate one another?   Why is there war?

That is something that is not understandable.  Pain and suffering has existed for so long that some people only know that as their way of life.  I feel like it is much easier to live a life of happiness than one of pain and sorrow, but that’s just me.  #Worldpeace

How have you changed since last school year?

I’ve changed my way of thinking. I question everything.

When you get older, what memories from your childhood will you want to recall?

I’ll want to remember the good memories, as well as some of the bad ones; happy times with my friends and family, as well as the worst times that taught me valuable lessons.

Those valuable lessons… They’re the hardest ones to stomach, to feel, to exist in, but they are the ones that will mold and shape who you will be for the rest of your life.  They are a part of your path, part of that inconsistent glow that the moon provides.  It lights your way when you’re facing a path diverged, and you have to choose only one way to go.  We remember the hard times more than the happy ones because they change everything.

What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for someone else?

I stopped someone I barely knew from killing themselves.

Wow.  Just wow.  That is an amazing part of your story, one I would love to know more about.

What does it mean to stand up for what you believe in?

It means everything to me.  If you don’t stand up for anything, you’ll fall for nothing.

Stand for Something Pic

What values will you teach your children?

Everyone is equal.  Don’t judge anyone by appearance.  Some of the best people you’ll meet might be covered in tattoos and piercings.  Your body is your canvas, paint it how you want; just keep it meaningful.

I like that.  Don’t judge by appearance.  Some of the most “put together” people can be the “worst”.

Where will you be five years from now?

Five years from now I’ll hopefully be in college, starting my life.  Hopefully, I’ll still be with my current boyfriend, maybe building a life together.

Which subject in school is the easiest? Which is the hardest?

I wouldn’t say there’s an easiest and hardest subject.  There are ones I like more, but they’re all kind of equal in regards to difficulty.

If you could take a dream vacation, where would you go?

I would go somewhere quiet, by the beach, somewhere peaceful.

How do you contribute to your family?

I help my mom with the kids, help clean, and bring entertainment.

Bring the entertainment…  What does that entail?  I want to see a glimpse of the entertainment you bring, please?

How can you share your talents with others?

I’m in choir, but I’m kind of shy.  So, I don’t like showing off too much.

What is the best way to get someone to stop bullying another person?  Should you defend the victim?  Start a fight?  Make fun of the bully?  Why or why not?

The best way to stop bullying is to tell an adult that can handle it.  If I stepped in for the victim it could make it worse for them when I’m gone.

That is one thing I don’t think people think of when standing up for someone.  It’s awesome to take a stand, but what about the times you cannot be there to defend them?  Then what happens?  That’s some good advice.

What is the difference between teasing and bullying?  How can you tell the difference between them?

Teasing is between friends.  Even the “victim” of teasing laughs with the other people.  Bullying is intended to make that person feel bad.

Have you ever felt bullied by someone?  What made you feel this way?

Yes, I have a “friend” who likes to make fun of me a lot.  I kind of felt attacked when she didn’t stop.

Have you ever bullied another person?  How did you feel before, during, and after?

I’ve never intentionally bullied someone, no.

Why is it important to accept people for who they are?

People can’t change who they are, and it isn’t right to try to change someone because you don’t like something about them.

How can you encourage other people to be more accepting of those who are different?

Show them how they’re different from everyone else.  Tell them it shouldn’t matter if someone is different.  We’re all made of bone and muscle.

“We are all made of bone and muscle.”  Words from the mouth of Moon Child.  What an awesome quote!

Does the way that drugs and alcohol are shown in TV and movies ever make you want to try them?  Why or why not?

Not really, I understand the affects of hardcore drug and alcohol abuse.

Have you ever been offered drugs or alcohol?  How did you handle the situation?


Have your parents ever talked to you about drugs and alcohol?  What did they say?

They have always told me to be careful.

When you get mad, how do you handle your anger?

Usually I just bottle it up until I’m alone, then I might cry or draw or sing or something.

Creativity is an amazing outlet for emotions.  Anytime, throughout my life, when I have been going through something major or just a funk I always write.  Writing is my therapy.  For some, it is art or music or some other creative outlet.  Keep that up!  People with creative minds are different creatures, but we are never dull.

What is something you dislike about yourself?

I dislike my body, and the way I think.

Those two things will forever cause a love/hate relationship in life.  Thoughts and body image.  Do we ever grow completely comfortable with those two?

Have you ever been depressed?  If so how did you handle it?  Are you still depressed?

Yes, I never really handled it.  I just kept it all hidden until I was alone, and I cried myself to sleep.  I am still depressed.

Trusting someone to confide in with your struggles is important.  Being alone with it can create further damage, but talking it out with someone that isn’t involved in the situation or even close to you can help you get a clear perspective.  I am always here if you need someone to talk to.

What is the worst thing you’ve ever gotten in trouble for?

I got in a “fight” in 4th grade at school.

What would happen if there were no television? Why would this be good? bad?

People would develop their own ideas, rather than being brainwashed.  This would be good.

I completely agree with that.  I think it would make a huge shift in society for the better.  Awesome answer.

What would happen if it really did rain cats and dogs?

Depending on the size of cats and dogs, some people might suffocate.  People allergic to cats wouldn’t have much fun.

Hahahahahahahahaha.  This made me laugh, a lot.  Your answer was so truthful and well thought out.  It was also the other answer to me almost naming you “The Cat’s Pajamas”.  But, I wasn’t sure if you even liked cats or pajamas.  Maybe you’re allergic to them, I am.  But, it’s not so much about the cats, themselves, but about the “cool factor” of the person.  And, last time I checked, you’re pretty cool.

If you could break the Guiness Book of World Records it would be for?

Most dogs in one house

See, obviously you’re a dog person…  In a house packed tight with dogs…  a cat would most likely perish.  I’m glad I didn’t name you “The Cat’s Pajamas” now!

What makes you feel beautiful?

When I see the way my boyfriend looks at me.

Awwwwww… just cute.  That’s all.

What would you invent to make life better?

I would make a bracelet that could read people’s minds and shock them when they judge others before they get to know them.

YES!!!  That is an awesome invention.  A shock bracelet for (I won’t say the word I want to say here) people who judge!  Put them in a yard that’s filled with people that have tattoos and piercings and come from rough backgrounds, black, white, Native Americans, gay, lesbian, etc.  When they try and jump the fence…  their arm hair instantly singes!  Bam!

This is your free space.  Say anything you want, and be completely open.

I’m kind of nervous about being accepted.  I hate being alone.  I love reading.  The reason I love music so much is because it takes me somewhere else.  I can have a different personality depending on what kind of music I’m listening to.

Moon Child has rocked my socks off today.  I don’t even know her, and I love her.  I love her thoughts, I love her brain, I love her cute-ness factor, I love how deep she is, and I love her real-ness.  Moon Child is real.  Be like Moon Child.  Tonight, go out and look at the moon above you.  Look at it really deep, and know there are teens out there in the world, the same world you exist in, that are suffering because they don’t fit in.  Know that they hurt deeply because of unwanted words and actions thrown at them from many directions.  Know that they are often struggling with things we may not even know about.  Also, know that they are amazing people with wonderful souls trying to find their paths in the world.  They live under the same moon and stars that we have lived under for many years.  And, once before… we used to be there where they are now.

Peace, Love, and Jesus,


Wave Charmer

Wave Charmer

Hey party people! It’s not Wednesday, but better late than never though, right? We’re mid-spring break, it’s almost the end of the school year, and summer is slowly approaching. What could be wrong in life right now? Nothing, that’s what. And… Teen Life, week 7 is here. Week 7!!! So, who’s on deck today? Not a girl walking the plank amidst the stormy seas, that’s for sure. Plank walking would mean that this girl, (who is our youngest in the group yet, I might add), lets others control her destiny with an ultimate defeat. That’s not this girl’s style. Let me tell you why. Everyone knows how strong and powerful waves can be. Rocks and land become eroded by their repetitive crashes, but they don’t waiver. They stand strong even though their composition changes. That’s what words do when they crash into someone’s soul. Remember the saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? Well, guess what? Whoever wrote that was wrong. Words hurt. They may not physically hurt, but they most definitely change your internal composition. Today…words=waves. And, that’s where Wave Charmer comes into play!! Young but mighty, Wave Charmer has the purpose of calming the raging waters. She’s in a place of self-discovery in her life right now, but I can see a quiet and strong girl emerging from the deep. Need a visual? Picture a young, beautiful, sea siren with curly hair. She doesn’t speak much, but when she does her soul smiles and the waters calm. People adore her, and they should. She’s magical. Listen to the words in her sea song:

Teen Life. One Word. Go!

Describe your day in detail
Most of the time my days are okay. I go to school from 8:30-3:25, and I get home around 3:30. When I get home I get a drink and do homework.

What is one of your favorite childhood memories?
Playing with all my family during cook outs

I have a lot of those same memories also.

If you could visit one country, which would it be and why?
I would want to visit Germany to learn about their history and geography.

What annoys you?
Large crowds

What is something you wish your parents did differently?
I wish they would try to understand more.

What is something you think your parents are awesome at?
They let me have some freedom.

If you could learn one thing at school that they don’t teach, what would it be?
I would want to have an art class all year long. There are terms, and we only have art once a year.

YES! I would have art all year long as an adult if I could. It’s awesome to be able to express your creativity and see your work come to life. That is one class I was never able to take in school because I was always in Band.

What is one thing you would like to say to your teachers?
Please be more understanding.

What is something you would like to say to your school?
Please be calmer. Yelling isn’t my type of thing.

Why do you think people want to tear people down or make people feel small through words or actions?
I think people want to feel better about themselves

So far, all the girls have nailed this answer. If everyone knows the answer, then it must mean that there are a lot of bullies out there feeling unsatisfied or unhappy with themselves; so much so that the destruction of others makes their pain significantly smaller. What could we all do as a society to build these awesome chicks and dudes up instead of breaking them down?
Take a look at what this super awesome teacher does to make a change in his world:

Have you ever been bullied? If so, describe the situation.

Have you ever been cyber bullied? If so, describe the situation.

Have you ever made fun of or bullied anyone before?
No, if my friends do, I stay out of it.

Good Job! That’s one of the safest things you can do in that type of situation.

Do you gossip?
Sometimes, but not as much as some people.

If you see someone being mistreated, gossiped about, or not being included, do you normally sit back and do nothing or do you take a stand?
After the person gossips, I go to the person that was being gossiped about and tell them.

Do you believe in God? Why or Why Not?
Yes, I do. I believe in him because when I have a tough time I pray, and that makes me feel better.

Praying always gives us a closer connection with God. It may not fix our problems, worries, or hurt immediately, but He never leaves us. He’s always there, even when we can’t always feel Him.

Have you ever been depressed? If so, what brought it on?
Yes, my childhood wasn’t as great as it could be.

Are you still currently depressed? If not, how did you get through it?
I am still depressed.

Depression happens. It can happen to anyone, and no one type of person is immune to it. Remember during your dark times that you are never alone. You have God on your side when many others don’t. You also have family and friends, and of course this crazy girl right here. The voyage to self-discovery is a turbulent one, it always is. But, I named you Wave Charmer for a reason. You have the ability inside you to calm those super, powerful waves when they crash upon you. They can become tiresome and repetitive, but don’t ever give up and let them swallow you. Sea sirens never lose their charm. They’re beautiful and strong. They charm the heck out of some waves. You possess magical powers within you, not the type of magic you see on television or in movies, but the real deal. Your channel to superpowers begins with God, and with Him anything is possible. Just close your eyes, sing to those waves until they’re calm, and sit back to watch the magic that unfolds in your life because of how awesome you are!

Does anything give you anxiety? If so, what?
Large crowds, yelling, and sometimes family

Pick one that resembles you the best. When you have problems to deal with or when something bothers you, which one do you resort to?
1. Stuff them down until you don’t have to deal with them anymore
2. Run from them
3. Stick it out no matter how hard or how much it hurts

I stuff them down until I don’t have to deal with them anymore.

Have you ever experiences verbal, emotional, physical, or sexual abuse?

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever gotten in trouble for?
I’m not sure, I don’t really get in trouble.

Well, that’s really, really good and something to be proud of!

Sex… do you wait for marriage or do you feel like it’s that important to wait anymore?
I think it’s important to wait for marriage.

Drugs and alcohol. Tell me about what teens are doing these days. What kind of drugs? How often?
I’m not sure. None my friends do drugs so I’m not around that.

What makes you laugh?
My dog

What makes you cry?
My dad sometimes

Do you feel beautiful?
What makes you feel beautiful?
When people give me compliments

What prevents you from feeling beautiful?
When I don’t have makeup on, and see my real face

I think that is something that a lot of girls and women struggle with daily.

Name one negative thing in your life.

Now, tell me three positive things about your life.
My family, friends, and having my mom.

What is the hardest thing you’ve ever faced in your life? How did you get through it?
Losing my grandma, I focused on knowing that I would see her in heaven.

That is something that always gives us peace of mind when we lose family members or friends. I was in 7th grade when my grandmother passed away, and knowing that I would see her again always kept me going.

Who are you closest to?
My mother

I have to say that she is pretty awesome and a good, strong example of how a woman should be!

What is one thing you could change about your life to make it better?
Having my grandma still

What is one thing you could do to make the world a better place?
Be more calm

What do you think is the best thing about you?
My personality

Ummm… yeah!  Your personality totally rocks!

What makes you feel self-conscious?
When I feel like people are looking at me

What worldly cause are you passionate about?
Peace, the world is full of horrible things right now.

#World Peace. It needs to be a thing!

What is one thing you cannot live without?
My mom

What are your hobbies?
Watching T.V., Walking, and Playing with dogs

What is something you’ve always wanted or wanted to do but never had the chance to get or do?
Go bungee jumping

We need to all take a big group trip because I would LOVE to bungee jump!!

What do you want to be when you grow up?
An anesthesiologist

If you had one superpower, what would it be?
To read minds

How awesome would that be?

A genie grants you three wishes, what would they be?
1. To have peace for a day
2. Have a million dollars
3. Have world peace

I’m seeing a trend here with the peace thing. Am I sensing a future hippie on our hands here?

What is the weirdest thing about you?
I want to be a dog lady, like have over 15 dogs.

What is one thing you want your parents to know about you?
I want them to know I wish to have more freedom.

What is one thing you want your friends to know about you?
I like girls and boys

What is one thing you want the world to know about you?
I am happy about my body, and people can’t change that.

No one can take the way you feel about yourself away from you. You own that. Stand strong, and know that you are beautiful!

What do you think society misunderstands about teenagers?
That we are all trouble makers

What do you want to say to bullies out there?
Get a life

What would you like to say to teens that struggle with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, abuse, or bullying?
Life is hard, but with support you can get through it.

Those are words straight from the soul of Wave Charmer, good ones too. Perfect advice. There’s always support out there from someone or something when you’re facing hard times. Just ask and help will come to you.

This is your free space. Say anything you want. Be completely open.
I can be really random at times.

Random is a good thing. It makes the world more interesting and unpredictable. Stay random!

Wave Charmer’s Sea Song has come to an end. I hope the lyrics to her soul were as beautiful to you as they were to me. Words make history, and it is worthwhile to listen to all the words from these amazing teens. What’s the first step to becoming a Wave Charmer? You see the power in the waves coming at you and know that you have more power within you to hold them back than any damage they could ever cause! Next step, create your own song and realize the beauty in it. Project your song across the raging waves for as long as it takes. The waters will eventually calm. Smile and know that you are beautiful!
Thank you Wave Charmer for coming into my life and bringing beauty and calmness in my day. I hope yours is blessed and beautiful. Keep Charming…

Peace, Love, and Jesus,