Intro: How did I get here?

What drove me to make a blog? Well behind most ideas I’ve had, is a powerful black woman who goes by the name of Oprah. I don’t know, you might have heard of her? lol (pardon my occasional usage of internet lingo, for any of you who might be confused... it means laugh out loud.) Anyway one time on the Ophra show they had this lady who blogged about her life with children, and another time they had this homeless girl who blogged about her life being homeless. I’m not doing this in hopes that one day I too will be featured on the Ophra show. Honestly I’m just looking for a place to get everything off my chest. I have two (what I consider) talents. My mom would say that my biggest talent and fault is my excessive talking. I vividly recall when I was younger her telling me that, “I don’t really have to worry about anyone kidnapping you sweetie. Five minutes in the car with you, and they would bring you back” My other is writing. I don’t know if I’m necessarily a good writer. But I like doing it. It’s really therapeutic for me. So here I am talking and writing all at once, in what I consider one of my life’s largest crossroads.

Why am seeking God? So here is a little inside, to the person behind the blog. I should have started this blog the day I went to my first bible study. But the idea didn’t hit me till last night. So I’m bringing you in at the 3rd week of my journey. What made me want to discover God? Funny story (actually it’s not funny at all) at the beginning of this year, I almost got into a lot of trouble. Try 7 felonies worth of trouble. Now before you scurry your mouse to the top right of this screen to immediately X out the blog of this juvenile delinquent, let me just explain. First of all, I am the complete opposite of a juvenile delinquent. I am on the Debate team and Newspaper staff. I am in Key club, National Honor Society, and Quill and Scroll (which is a honor society for journalism). I am also in all upper level classes, and two advanced placement classes. Second of all, I was only tied to two of the felonies. The rest came from the girl’s car I was riding in. I had no idea of all the stuff she had. I didn’t even know half the stuff she had resulted in felonies. But since I was in her car…how does the saying go? Mi felony es tu felony? Anyway, as I sat in the back of the cop car, handcuffed and crying, I prayed to God. “God just please get my out of this. Please I will do anything. I will devote my life to you, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” If I would have been charged with just ONE felony I would have gone to ALC (alternative Learning Center) and lost every upper level and advanced placement class and I would have been kicked out of every club and organization I was in. As I sat there praying I could hear my mom’s voice saying “You have to be careful, you have a lot more to lose than the rest of your friends”. So this is what she was talking about huh?

By the grace of God (never did the saying make more sense than in my situation) I walked away from the entire scene scot free. I also walked away knowing that God held up his side of the bargain, and I was going to have to follow through with mine.
Until this incident I prided myself on having a life, and doing well in school. I thought I had it all good grades and a “cool” group of friends. I was always the life of the party. I drank and smoked without causing drama or opening my legs to any guys. My guy friends respected me, and my girl friends confided in me. Everyone loved me because I was always down to party. I honestly thought there was nothing wrong with the way I was living. After I got in trouble though I began to see that there was something wrong with how I was living. There was a lot of things wrong.