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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010 || 1:35 PM
So I don't mean to get all religious on you guys but I just feel this strong urge to share my testimony, which, I should say, doesn't happen very often. Yesterday was a bad day. But it's strange how a bad day can turn into a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Stranger still is how one bad thing can happen and it makes you think of a lot of other bad things that have happened. So needless to say, I'm going through something which (obviously) I won't discuss here but yesterday, I was feeling so frustrated and angry and more hurt than anything else. As the day wore on, I kept thinking these feelings might go away but every time I thought about the situation, they just got worse. Finally, at the end of the day, I stopped thinking about it, only to start thinking about my brother, how much I missed him and the fact that things might be different if he were still here. I don't know why but my bad day made that loss so much fresher in my mind. It felt like I had lost him all over again. And so, I started to cry. And then I couldn't stop, no matter how much I tried. It was late and I knew that the only two people that I could talk to about it would be sleeping. In that moment, I felt so completely alone. And as I sat there in my dark room, crying uncontrollably, my phone started to ring in the palm of my hand. I looked over at it and didn't recognize the number but answered it nonetheless. And it was an old friend of mine from high school who I hadn't spoken to in years. He said I sounded sick and when I explained to him that I had been crying, he was there for me like he always used to be. He was my shoulder to cry on and it was like all those years had never even passed. We spoke for a while and he said that if I needed to talk, his phone would be on all night. He's all the way across the country, thousands of miles away, dealing with his own issues and yet he could find the time to be there for me when I needed someone the most. God works in such mysterious ways. He always has a plan and He's always on time. He has the solution ready before we even know there's a problem. Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning and that is why I can only trust Him. Labels: babble and rant, friends and fam, in real life, personals, real life amazing |