Walk 21

Today

I did lots of 

photography

and cinematography.

However,

I neither take good photgraphs

nor good movies.

But that doesn't stop me from enjoying it :)

Good things on the 21st of January:

• Waking up kind of late.
• Taking Chloe to see Beauty and the Beast in 3D.
• Getting movie theater popcorn. That stuff is the bomb.com.
• Taking random videos of my family on my Ipod and making a music video with them. It was a really cute video to Taylor Swift's I'm Only Me When I'm With You song! However, my Dad didn't want it posted online, so I wasn't able to share it with you guys.
• Taking a lot of webcam photos with my brothers.

Walk 21 was a pretty good reflection on what I had been reading.

I didn't really find any quotes from it that I really loved,

so I'm not going to do my usual reflection post.

However,

I will tell you that this reflection 

was a nice little comparison

about how Joseph and Moses's lives were nearly opposite,

yet they both faced similar confrontations in life.

They also got through those problems by trusting God.

God will keep you on the right path

and can bless your life.

<3MG

Walk 20

Today has been a really good day.

Like, 

really 

really

really

good.

And I can't even tell you why! ;)

Actually, I probably could,

but I won't.

Why?

Because it's the most prudent choice.

And the reason I'm happy,

is something really dumb.

Pointless, really.

No one else would find reason to be this happy about it.

Except maybe a 13/14 year old girl.

Yeah, that should tell you something about what's making me happy.

But...

yeah :)

Oh!

I can tell you ONE thing that's making me happy!

This song.

I've literally had it on repeat for the past...

hmm... maybe three hours?

It might be more actually.

That's how much I love it.

I honest to goodness want to marry a man who would say all those things to me.

Better yet,

I want to marry a man

who'll sing that to me at our wedding.

No joke.

I would cry,

but in a good way.

In a very good way :)

Good things on the 20th of January:

Headed home :)

Chili cheese tots and a shake. Ohhh yeahh :)

•  Wearing red lipstain today. Why? Because, I'm a young adult and I can.
• Going to stats and speech class. Speech is going to be... interesting to say the least. :)
• Getting to leave A LOT earlier to go home than I was able to last semester.
• Stopping by Sonic for lunch and being a complete Fatty McFatFat. It was good though!
• Coming home for the weekend!
• Getting to finally read my senior year yearbook. I think my pictures in the senior section are beautiful, but the rest of the pictures throughout are ehhh. Mainly they're bad, because they're from when my face was a swollen moon face. I'll just have to accept that no one's going to find me attractive from that period. I have an issue with wanting to appear attractive. Honestly, that's really wrong of me. God thinks I'm the most beautiful creature He created. He is enthralled with my beauty. I should remember that.
• Having Mom's enchiladas for dinner.
• Making a card for a man at my home church who is going through something similar to me. Except his is a WHOLE lot worse. Please, if you can, pray for him. I'm pretty sure he's practically been in the hospital for a month.

I would like to clarify something.

I realized that I stopped adding "reading walk..."

to my good things list.

However, 

that does not mean that it's not a good part of my day.

Just automatically assume that I read and that it was good.

Okay? 

Kay! :)

So Walk 20 was about the first 9 plagues that God inflicted in Egypt.

The Pharaoh was kind of stupid.

He kept sinning against God 

and ignoring Him.

If he would've just listened to God 

the first time,

he could've saved his people from a lot of suffering. 

But Pharaoh was like how a lot of people are today;

their hearts are hardened against God.

So God keeps trying to get their attention.

Unfortunately,

the best way to get someone's attention is through a tragedy.

And that's what God had to do to grab Pharaoh's attention.

Or He will grab it.

More to come on the big plague in Egypt!

<3MG

My Story.

The yearbooks for my senior year came in. 

I can tell you more about that in today's coming post.

Anyways,

it prompted me to tell you 

my story.

"There was a boy,

a very strange, enchanted boy..."

Actually,

it's more like,

there was a girl named Morgan,

and that girl is me.

I was just a normal high school girl 

who had friends and who didn't feel pretty enough already,

you know, like every other girl.

Enter December 2009.

I honestly don't remember anymore how I originally felt.

I think I just started realizing that I could barely make it through five periods of school and make it home before I felt like I was going to explode from needing to go Number 2.

Yeah, I'm going to revert to the Kindergarten way of calling it number 2.

It's just better for all of us.

Also, I'm pretty sure that my number 2's... looked different.

Bloody.

I'm sorry, 

but for this conversation 

we're going to have to act like grown ups.

And grown ups sometimes talk about gross things.

So bear with me,

and you can quit reading if you want to now,

but I'm going to keep talking.

So after these symptoms had been going on for about a week,

my Mom finally took me to see a gastroenterologist.

By the way

my gastroenterologist,

Dr. Knox,

is a pretty cool guy.

I never felt that awkward,

except for the fact that we were talking about my poop.

He finally diagnosed me with Ulcerative Colitis in January 2010.

I got started on Prednisone (a steroid) and medicine named Apriso.

Honestly,

I never thought that what has happened to me

would actually happen.

I figured that I would be like most people 

who just take a pill,

and the medicine puts them in remission.

The Apriso worked for about six months.

In June, my medicine stopped working and I had a flare.

My doctor moved me to a different medicine named Azathioprine.

He also put me back on steroids (I had tapered off when I was taking Apriso).

So I tried the combination of Azathioprine and Prednisone.

It worked for awhile,

but then it didn't.

It's effects started to taper 

until finally I had a bit of a climax.

In mid-October 2010,

I was hospitalized.

I had been having a fever and vomiting some.

I even had to skip Tuesday's band practice,

which was important 

because that weekend was our big overnight trip.

I went to the ER that night 

because my GI wanted to make sure that I didn't have a condition

called Toxic Megacolon.

Yeah,

imagine how awesome I felt having to be overnight in the hospital 

for a threat that wasn't even a threat 

of something with that ridiculous name.

I don't think I went back to school until Friday.

Maybe I went Thursday,

but I also don't remember going to practice until Friday.

Luckily,

Rhody (band director) let me march that contest.

In November,

my doctor started me on 

yet another medicine called Remicade.

This time,

the medicine was stepped up a notch,

and delivered intravenously.

Remicade helped immensely.

However, the steroids 

were having a different effect on my life.

You could mainly see it in my face.

Steroids can cause this thing called "moon face".

That definitely happened to me.

Progressively,

over those first six months of 2011,

my face (and slightly my body) swelled.

It hurt my self confidence a lot.

My then-boyfriend always said I looked pretty and beautiful,

but that's not how I felt.

That's not how I looked,

and I knew it.

I knew that my face was pretty much completely round.

And it hurt.

It hurt because I felt ugly.

It hurt because I could look back 

and wish I had realized how beautiful I actually looked 

before 2011 started. 

I had always known I had a rounder face,

and I always disliked it.

I always thought I was fat.

I wish I had been able to see myself through my own eyes 

when my face actually was as fat/round as I thought.

It hurt because I felt like I didn't fit in with my friends.

Then in my life,

I thought that I didn't mesh with my friends as well as I liked 

because I wasn't photogenic

and I was fat 

and had a fat face.

I didn't bother to face the fact that they just didn't like me like they liked each other.

I'm not the same type of girl they are.

That's okay though.

I'll hold onto the friends I want to hold on to,

and I've made beautiful new ones.

But I wanted,

oh I longed,

to be "hipster".

THAT was the thing to be in Spring 2011. 

It's when hipster first started becoming popular.

And my friends were,

for lack of better words,

obsessed.

Obsessed with finding hipster guys,

and taking "hipster" photos,

and trying to look hipster beautiful.

And I wanted in.

I wanted in so bad.

I wanted to be hipster,

to be cool,

to be accepted,

to feel like truly a part of the group.

I mean, sometimes I felt like I was only invited to some things

because of my boyfriend.

It's sad when it's obvious your friends 

like your boyfriend better than you,

even though you've been "friends" with them longer than they've known him.

Whatever.

I can't dwell on high school,

because it makes me sad.

Back to the story.

I blamed the steroids.

I thought that if I was skinny,

if I had a thin face,

than I could be hipster and take nice hipster photos with my friends too.

I just felt 

ugly.

I felt like all people saw was my moon face.

I felt like people probably just thought I was getting fat,

when really they had no clue what I was going through.

If my friends had been real friends,

I could've trusted them with the info about my disease.

Even if I had mentioned it to them,

honestly,

none of them,

except my best friend and my boyfriend,

ever remembered I had it.

They just say something about me being "sick" last year.

Sick?

Really?

I guess that's the simplest way you could possibly put it.

More like,

I was miserable.

I visited every

single 

possible

public restroom.

I had cramps and stomach pain whenever I had to use the restroom.

I knew that as soon as I got a hint of that pain,

that I had around a minute to five minutes before I would be running to the bathroom.

I never realized before now, 

how much the disease controlled what I did.

I couldn't stay after school a bit to socialize with my friends.

As soon as the bell wrung to let us out,

I had to dash to get out of the parking lot 

to go use the bathroom,

or else I would crap my pants.

And honestly, 

that happened twice.

Not at school,

but at two different times, 

I just couldn't make it to the restroom in time.

No 17/18 year old girl should ever

ever 

ever

ever

ever

have to live like that.

No girl should ever have to feel ugly and controlled because of a disease.

I had an appointment at Vanderbilt Hospital that spring 

to talk about potentially getting my colon removed.

That would fix my Ulcerative Colitis for good,

but that was sort of a last resort move.

I tapered off the steroids in the spring/early summer.

I ended tapering at the end of the summer.

I also proceeded to get sick then too,

but not sick enough to go back to the hospital.

So I went to school though,

not badly flaring,

but still flaring because I wasn't in remission.

That wasn't the best decision.

I felt awful most of my first semester of college.

Well, the part that I was there for.

However,

it wasn't an awful awful feeling.

It was more like

being completely tired all the time,

not being able to stay to socialize because I wanted to sleep.

I also was grateful that I didn't have a roommate that semester,

because she would've been miserable.

I ended up getting really sick.

Well it happened more like this.

I was still spiraling down from coming off steroids in the late summer.

Finally, 

my doctor decided to put me back on a short stint of steroids.

That was a small saving,

but ultimately my downfall.

Three weeks.

Three weeks was all it took to bring me down.

That first week of 40 milligrams of steroids was fabulous.

I felt almost normal.

But it just got progressively worse as I tapered down from that.

Literally,

I didn't last a week after I took my last pill before I got dangerously sick.

I ended up having a 102 fever when I was home

and my doctor charged me to go to the hospital.

So I was back at the ER.

I spent a night at my hometown hospital.

However,

my Mom felt like I wasn't getting better there and my GI agreed,

so I was transferred to Vanderbilt.

I stayed awhile there. 

That was an awful experience.

Mainly,

because of the catheter.

That dreaded thing.

I had to have one because they were transferring me in an ambulance.

The ride was pretty cool though.

However,

the ambulance guy

gave me an IV.

WHILE THE AMBULANCE WAS SPEEDING DOWN THE ROAD. 

That was one of the most nerve-racking experiences of my life. 

And also,

it was a bad experience 

because the final room I was in

was really

really

crappy.

It was basically the size of two closets 

and a putrid yellow color.

But after that experience,

we knew that we couldn't put off having surgery any longer.

Unfortunately,

the surgeon at Vanderbilt 

thought that it probably wouldn't even be wise to hold off until my college's winter break.

So I had to take incompletes on my classes,

which basically means I could drop out of school,

but be able to take new classes and make up the work I missed for my old classes.

And here we are.

I'm in the new semester,

and I have a buttload of work to make up.

Oh, and somewhere last semester,

I managed to loose around 30 lbs. because of being sick,

and because I got awful mouth ulcers that made it painful to eat.

But it's okay,

because I realize that it's all God's perfect timing.

Sometimes,

I think that God used this to teach me to trust His timing.

Everyone always told me to pray to God about my disease.

And I would, some,

but not like I should've.

I probably could've helped my situation more by praying.

But God really got my attention with this whole situation.

Through my colon situation

and this commitment to read the Bible through in a year,

I think God used it all to bring me closer to Him.

My health is making me trust Him more,

while the Bible is teaching me more about His love for me.

So in just under 2 years,

I managed to have 4 colonoscopies,

take 4 different drugs,

spend at least $40,000 on one drug alone,

and was hospitalized twice.

I have managed to accomplish what most 50 year old people accomplish the year they turn 50 or older.

So now,

I just have the next few months with Walter to...

look forward to I guess.

Then hopefully,

after the third stage of my surgery,

I'll be a normal me again.

It'll be somewhere between just over two and a half years and under three years.

Just think,

I'll still be blogging on here 

when I get to be normal!

I am excited for the future.

And I am excited to see what God has in store for me.

I'll leave you with a chronological order of photos for you to see what steroids did to me.

<3MG

Fall 2011

Homecoming week. Fall 2011

Homecoming week. Fall 2011

My parents and I at the Senior Night football game. Fall 2011

My then-boyfriend. I lied. We were broken up then. Anyways, March 2011

My best friend Paige and I at prom. April 2011

My then-boyfriend and I taking pictures for prom. April 2011

My former Spanish teacher and I. April 2011

Jazz Fest. May 2011

Senior Week breakfast. May 2011

Senior Week breakfast. May 2011

After graduation. May 2011

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 premiere. July 2011

Fall/Winter 2011.

January 2012

Walk 19

I finally got around to watching the movie I bought the other day!

I like it!

Have I mentioned that Channing Tatum is supah fine?

Well...

he is.

Deal with it.

And just stare at his muscles.

What? 

Huh?

I don't think I said that.

I also didn't just say that Alex Pettyfer is one fine man either.

Who said that? Certainly not me!

You, my friend, are imagining things.

You crazy, you!

We'll call a psychiatric hotline.

Just kidding!

Because honestly,

I probably need it more than you.

Okay, I think it's time to move on, cause this conversation is getting a teensy bit awkward.

And it's all my fault.

Good things on the 19th of January:

Because this is my blog and I can, I added along a couple of pictures of myself! Enjoy! haha :)

• Actually going to my chemistry class this morning.
• Taking care of business. And by that, I mean that I finally got a permit and Chemistry 1020 is back on my schedule. Praise the Lord!
• Eating Au Bon Pain for lunch. I really love that place.
• Finally getting to relax a bit in my dorm room at 2 in the afternoon. I had been running around since before 8 a.m. and had literally criss-crossed campus about four times running errands today.
• Watching She's the Man finally!
• Drawing a cartoon picture of Walter and his friend Gabby. Who's Gabby you ask? Well, one day my Mom texted me something about "gab", and I asked her what that was. Turns out, it's her name for Walter's bag. Get it, gab is bag spelled backwards. So, I turned gab into Gabby.
• Drawing some pictures to send to my friend Celeste at Rhodes.

So Walk 19 was all about Moses!

It encompassed the story of the burning bush,

and God charging Moses with asking Pharaoh to let the Israelites go.

It kind of amazes me,

how wimpy Moses was. 

I know he sucks it up eventually,

but he was the king of excuses.

Listen to this:

"Moses said to the Lord, 'O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.' 

The Lord said to him, 'Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.'

But Moses said, 'O Lord, please send someone else to do it.'

Then the Lord's anger burned against Moses and he said, 'What about your brother, Aaron the Levite? I know he can speak well.'"

Man.

It hits me though. 

Aren't we all like Moses 95% of the time?

Isn't the Lord always promising us that everything will be okay and work out, because He is in control of it, yet we still hesitate?

Why?

Right above God just told us that

He is in control

of everything.

He tells us that He can give us the bravery and the eloquence to do His work on Earth.

Yet we still,

we always still,

ask Him to let it be someone else.

I personally have this problem a lot.

Why do we have so little faith?

But the funny thing is,

God will work His plan no matter what.

God is still going to use Moses,

even though he is trying to back out of it.

God will still use you,

and I,

even if we hesitate and say "not me".

However, 

He'll have to drag us into it, one way or another.

It's so much simpler if we just open ourselves up from the beginning 

and say "Okay."

If we just obey and not hesitate to do God's will,

everything will go much more smoother.

If you look above,

God gets angry that Moses won't choose to do all that God asks of him.

Let's not anger God.

Let's do things the first time we're told.

Let's do the right thing,

because then you know God will bless it.

And He'll give you the strength 

and courage

and bravery

and speech

and eloquence 

to do whatever He's asking of you.

I want to have the faith to do things the first time God calls me to do them.

I don't want to hesitate.

I love this movie called The Swan Princess.

In it, there's this song they sing about having no fear.

Of course, in the movie the song relates to the characters having no fear of stealing a map to get Odette back to Prince Derek, but we can still apply it.

They list all the dangers and things they have to do to obtain this map

and it's all dangerous, 

but they know they can do it because they've teamed up 

and now it's time to have no fear.

If we team up with God,

we know that we can do anything through Him.

He promises us that.

Now we know that we've got the tools,

so let's have no fear of doing God's work here on Earth.

<3MG

Walk 18

So...

I don't have that much to say here,

because I kind of just poured out my heart into another post.

It's titled Forever Alone.

You should go check it out,

you know,

if you like all that mushy, romantic-y hopelessness.

 

That's what I thought.

Good things on the 18th of January:

Me in the HEC office!

The challenge: to shred the paper that was making this box full. Note: this is the after picture.

The completed challenge: four trash bags full of shredded paper.

•  Going to classes this morning.
• Catching up on my blogging. Woooo whooo!!! I am officially caught up. I guess you could tell that by the, what? four blog posts on January the 18th.
• Going to work in the Human Ecology office this semester. Yay for emptying a box of papers by SHREDDING for THREE HOURS STRAIGHT. Oh, you gotta love office work.
• Catching up on Pretty Little Liars while eating Au Bon Pain for dinner. Yep, I walked nearly all the way across campus for some Au Bon Pain.
• Having a movie party in Rachel's room. We watched Easy A! I love that movie, it's so funny!

So today's Walk started the book of Exodus!

Yay me, Yay us!!

It started off with the life of Moses.

This dude was pretty blessed by God in his early life.

So after Joseph and all his brothers and that whole generation died,

that Pharaoh died too.

Consequently,

a new Pharaoh stepped in.

And man,

this guy was a newbie.

He obviously didn't know his history enough to know what Joseph had done for the previous Pharaoh.

You would think if he lived in Egypt at all in his life he would know that.

Anyways,

the newbie felt threatened by the Israelites,

so he enslaved them.

However, God blessed them by making them have more babies.

So newbie here felt threatened and ordered the midwives of Egypt to kill all the baby boys.

When they didn't,

newbie instructed everyone to kill the baby Hebrew boys.

So Moses's mommy gave birth to Moses and hid him at home for three months.

Finally, she couldn't hide him any longer,

so she made a basket for him and hid him in the reeds in the river.

God looked out for Moses, however, 

and the newbie Pharaoh's daughter found him.

So Moses was raised as the Pharaoh's daughter's son.

Oh, I forgot to mention that Moses's real mom was the woman who nursed him for the Pharaoh's daughter,

so I'm sure he knew all about his heritage.

Since he knew he was Hebrew,

when Moses saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew,

he killed the Egyptian.

Pharaoh eventually found out,

and Moses fled. 

And that's basically where we are in the story!

Being raised in church,

I know most of the story of Moses's life,

and I know there's great blessings and works of God still to come in Moses's life,

so be on the lookout soon!

<3MG

Forever alone.

Sometimes I honestly,

really 

really

truly

believe that I will end up alone

for the rest of my life.

I watch romantic movies

and feel that I will always be alone.

I notice other people too.

Man,

they don't even have to be a couple.

It's just the way that 

every 

other 

freaking

stinkin'

girl on this 

entire 

freaking 

planet

seems to have a talent or special way of talking to guys

that I apparently was born without.

It doesn't even have to be flirting.

It's just talking in general.

There is obviously 

something

wrong with me.

I can't talk to a guy,

or even look them in the eyes really.

The most,

and I mean absolute most,

that I really seem capable of,

is maybe looking at their face for a brief second

and giving a little half smile.

I feel like the definition of a failure.

And you know what the worst part is?

Liking someone.

Because,

for me,

I know it'll be like every other guy I've liked.

It will mean me liking them,

crushing extremely hard

for a few weeks.

It may last as long as a couple of months.

But the entire time,

I know they don't like me.

I honestly only know of 

three guys who have liked me

(not counting the little kid crushes in elementary school).

This is from sixth grade and up.

1) A guy named James who is...

well awkward to say the least.

I've never,

never

never

ever

liked him.

2) A guy named Trevor who was one of my best friends in high school.

I ended up dating him for a little over a year and a half.

He was my first

and currently last

boyfriend.

3) I'm eating lunch with one of my guy friends last semester who I went to high school with...

Okay let's be clear here so you don't get the wrong impression of me.

So I'm eating lunch with my one guy friend, who I went to high school with, that I actually have,

when a comment slips from his mouth that sounds something like this:

"...when I think I had a thing for you back then..."

Totes awk.

What do I do?

Ignore it and keep a conversation going.

I'm flattered,

granted he's the third guy in my life to actually tell me he liked me,

but in no shape

form

or fashion

do I have even the

teeniest

tiniest

inclination of any of those feelings for him.

Not that he probably cares either,

he's got a girlfriend who he started dating about a month after I started dating my former boyfriend.

I love her though!

She's one of my friends from high school that I don't have to pretend to like.

But seriously,

shouldn't a girl have more than three,

I repeat,

THREE guys to knowingly like her in her life?

Don't I deserve to at least have someone like me 

that can actually be cute?

I mean,

I understand,

that by the worldly laws of attraction,

that I'm not attractive enough to have a hot guy like me.

But can't I have someone cute?

Someone who's not awkward or fat or not my type?

Maybe later.

Maybe later in life,

you know,

when guys actually look for girls they think will be good to marry.

Not the hot ones that they want to oogle at now.

My time will come I guess...

I hope...

I pray.

I'm just the type of girl that a guy will want to marry.

And I know I just have to wait 

for God to write my love story.

I know I can't write it.

Ha.

If I tried to write it,

I'd just end up a cat lady.

I have,

repeat on high volume,

I have to trust God.

Or else I'm completely hopeless in love.

So,

now I get to sit here for the next amount of indefinite time,

liking this guy in one of my classes.

Because he's cute.

And I feel like I've inferred a reasonable amount of info from seeing him once...

and Facebook stalking.

Although, I am not proud to admit that I Facebook stalked him.

It's a real problem.

I vowed I wouldn't friend request him unless I managed to talk to him in person.

Anyways, I know it'll probably turn out like

every

other

freaking

guy 

that I have liked.

But that's okay,

because that just means that he's not the one God's been preparing for me.

In the mean time,

I have friends to keep me company. :)

And I'm thanking God for the new friends he's brought me this semester!

<3 MG

Walk 17

"So what can I say
What can I do
But offer this heart O God
Completely to You
So I'll stand
With arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the One who gave it all 
So I'll stand
My soul Lord to you surrendered
All I am is yours          

                                                                           "

 Ahhhh man, 

I L-O-V-E that song.

We sang it at the BCM last night (Tuesday night - when this post should have been born).

What's the BCM?

Well, I'm glad you asked!

The BCM stands for the Baptist Collegiate Ministry.

I honestly meant to go all last semester.

But I was Ms. Excuses and found every excuse to not go.

Granted, the one main excuse of being sick with a disease was semi-valid,

but still,

after I was sort of better I should've gone. 

But I had forgotten almost how good it feels to go and worship God in a more contemporary setting.

During the summer,

I would go to my home church's college group called The Orchard.

I loved it. 

It was so much fun to have this contemporary service on a random night, such as a Tuesday.

Something was wrong with me though.

I made such lame excuses and wimped out going the entire time I was at home for my surgery and Christmas.

I have got to stop doing that.

I need to ask God for more of a conviction.

And also to make worshiping Him the sole purpose of going,

not for also spending time with friends.

Good things on the 17th of January:

•  Waking up late for a class that I'm not technically signed up for. I didn't go. Why is this on the good things list? Well I didn't really want to go to that class at 8 in the morning... so... yeah.
• Going to my Tuesday/Thursday classes for the first time this semester.
• Getting my work schedule straightened out.
• Finding out more of the process of what I need to do to get Chemistry back on my schedule and emailing my teacher about it.
• Actually doing homework before 8 p.m.
• Going to the BCM with Kelly, Rachel, Mandy, Rachel's roommate Laura, and I think another girl named Laura also.

Man, it rained today (technically yesterday)!!!

It was just overcast for most of the day,

but after I left the financial aid office for the first time,

(I had left my I-9 card in my room which I needed to get my work assignment)

it started raining really hard!

I had to grab my umbrella because my rain jacket just wasn't doing the job very well on its own.

So yesterday/this post also,

apparently my the clutch in my dad's truck decided to go out.

Right as he was getting off an exit ramp in a busy part of Nashville.

Awesome!

So my parents were texting me the whole day trying to decide if they were going to come over here to get my car for my dad to drive.

They didn't end up coming though.

The car shop said they could have his truck fixed by the end of the day,

so they opted for that.

And I was sad.

I was really hoping they would come,

because I missed them.

I know I was kind of ready to go back to school because I felt like I was starting to be treated like a child again,

instead of a young adult who's starting to become independent,

but sometimes I just want to go home.

I love it there.

And I was really sad that I wasn't going to be able to see my parents before this weekend.

How am I ever going to be able to move out and be independent?

I'm going to be that kid that lives on the street behind her parents.

I hope my future husband's okay with that.

Or my cats.

Whichever one.

Preferably the husband though.

However, cats can't verbally protest to moving...

I'd still take the husband.

So Walk 17 was all about Jacob (Israel) dying,

and Joseph and his brothers taking his body to Canaan.

Before Jacob died, he blessed all of his sons and Joseph's sons.

And then at the end of the story,

Joseph died too.

It was kind of depressing, 

everyone dying.

But it did signal the end of the book of Genesis! Woot woot!!!

The next post will be from Exodus!

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