Never say never

It’s funny how often I look back and think of the times in middle school and even freshman year of highschool that I had told myself, convinced at that moment that there was something I would never do, someone I’d never be. I always said I’d never be that teenager that stayed up all night and slept all day, I’d never listen to loud rock music and I’d never get so stressed out over anything that I wouldn’t be able to control my emotions. Now I stay up all night because I’m stressed out about school while blasting all kinds of music to keep myself awake.

When I was little, I always wanted to be sixteen. I’d have my own car, I’d be in highschool, I’d have the perfect boyfriend and a huge group of friends. I know I was a very shallow and naive child. Well here I am, age sixteen, and while I’m in highschool, nothing else I expected has happened. I’m not saying being a teenager is a huge letdown or anything, but it’s not what I expected.

I am not who I wanted to be. I’m not who I want to be, basically the opposite. I wanted to be bold, and friendly, and smart, and happy, and creative, and I wanted to know exactly what I wanted to do with my life and how to make it happen. Instead I am timid, self-conscious, rude, I’m not completely depressed but I’m not happy, I continue to make decisions impulsively that I do not agree with, and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

In a way this is me admitting that I have no idea what I’m doing in life right now. I don’t like how I took everything I said I never wanted to be and made it my identity I took my ideas of being a good person and said “screw it!” this is highschool, I’m going to do whatever I want and figure everything else out later.

I keep asking myself how it is that I ended up where I am now. When did I start caring what others think so much, that I change depending on the people I’m with so they’ll like me? When did I stop telling people how I felt about something because I didn’t want them to hate me? When did I become so worried about things other people wanted me to do because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone?

I became that teenager that only cares what humanity thinks of her, I became that girl who is afraid to tell people what she thinks, how she feels, and what she’s going through because she doesn’t want people to hate who she really is. I became self absorbed to be honest.

The thing is, I convinced myself that everyone thinks and sees things the same way I do. I am convinced that everyone sees me the way I see me which is probably why I work so hard to get their attention and approval. It’s probably the reason I assume that I need to make myself seem perfect in the eyes of whoever I am around so they will not hate me.

I’m not who I wanted to be, all those things I said I would never become, I became. It’s kind of funny actually because now I understand why so many people keep saying “never say never,”

Thanks for reading!

-Abby.

 

 

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Goals

Not a lot has happened lately to give me something to write about. A new year has started but not much has changed. I find that a lot of us are expecting some big change to happen right at the beginning of the new year, and maybe for you it has. But I don’t think we should expect big changes to happen in two weeks, it only discourages many of us from achieving the goals we have set for ourselves.

In school I’ve been learning a lot about setting goals. I’ve always liked setting goals for myself but I’ve rarely ever achieved the goals that I want to because I always give up within the first three or four days after it doesn’t happen within the first three or four days. Sometimes we expect everything to happen right away and when it doesn’t we give up because we’ve made ourselves believe that if it hasn’t happened yet, it never will

Of course even things we work for our entire lives may never happen but things we work towards for a week and give up will not happen.

 

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God, do you hear me? 

God, are you there? I prayed but I never heard a response, searched your book but did not find answers, sang your praises but did not feel you. Am I doing it wrong? Am I not praying hard enough, searching long enough, singing loud enough?

God can you see me? Do you see me trembling? God I’m scared and confused but I’m trying. Am I not trying hard enough? 

God can you hear me? I’m sorry. I know what I did and I’m sorry, but you said you wouldn’t leave, please don’t leave me. Do you hear me crying out, screaming? I need you, where are you? Am I not screaming loud enough?

God did you leave me? I understand, if i could I’d leave me too. Do you not want me? Because I doubted you, disobeyed you and hated you. Did you not want me? Did you turn your back and decide I wasn’t worth your attention? I get it I don’t want me either.

God can you touch me? If you’re still there can you let me feel you?

Did I not pray hard enough, scream loud enough, search long enough? I know I don’t deserve your attention, but God I’m breaking, I need you, and you promised you would never leave.

God, did you forget me? Were you too busy with people who needed you more? Did you forget how hard I’ve tried to get you to hear me, see me, touch me. I searched but couldn’t find you, cried out out but you never came. 

God do you know who I am? My name is Abby, I’m broken, i ran away from you, but I’m back and I need you.

God after everything I’ve done do you still love me? Will you take me back? Do you remember me? We were close when I was little.

God, I’m sorry, I know I’ll mess up and maybe run away again. Will you wait for me to come back? Because God I’m trying and I want to come back. 

God I don’t know what to do and I need you. Please, help me. 

                               Love, Abby. 

Being a teenager

I am a teenager, and sometimes being a teen sucks like a lot. I hate school not because I don’t want to learn (well that’s partly the reason) but because think of how much time I spend focused on school. I online school but I try to spend six hours a day doing school but somehow I still have to catch up on some stuff and I keep having to stay up really late to finish many of my assignments on time.

I don’t know if you know this but many teenagers need this little thing called a social life. I don’t have much of one but it’s important to me. If I don’t see my friends for a few weeks I tend to be in a bad mood or get depressed I may be able to text them but it’s not the same. The thing is school and other responsibility can sometimes make it difficult to find time or energy to go out and have fun and for me even if I’m out with friends a lot of times the only thing I think about is how I’m going to finish that one assignment that’s due the next week.

I know that you were expecting this and I’m not sure where I’m going with this but here goes nothing.

I am a teen girl so with my social life comes this little thing known as drama, and not just any kind of drama no this is probably the worst and sometimes most annoying type of drama; Boy Drama. Okay, so everyone at some point in their life has had a crush right? I thought so.

I try to stay away from boy drama because it’s stupid and avoidable but I am a girl and I have actually met and spoken to a boy at some point in my teen life. Let me explain something; when a girl talks to a boy though sometimes it means they “like” them sometimes they’re just friends and she doesn’t see it as anything else. But we’re talking about the one’s girls “like”

Normally it starts when I girl gets a crush on a guy but wont tell him blah blah blah they start going out blah blah blah “Oh baby I love you,” fast forward *fights, breaks up* tears girl claims that she’ll never love again, oh look cute boy.

Yeah…I’ve never had that happen I’ve only seen it on TV. So yeah avoid boy drama, just don’t go there.

So yeah being a teen has challenges and so does every other stage of life. I’m not saying we have it worse than everybody else. This was short and there are so many other things I could put in there but I gotta go do school.

 

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The bench

Take a look at the featured image. You’re probably asking yourself why I’m making you stare at an empty bench, what’s the meaning of this picture? What story is it telling?

This is one of my favorite pictures, the bench is empty now but it’s not always that way. Just think of all the people who have sat there think of all the stories that bench could tell you if it could talk. How many single mothers have sat there trying to calm her hyper kids down so she can have just one second of peace, how many young couples sat there talking about the future, how many confused teenagers wondering about whether they would pass their next test sat there?

I find myself looking at this picture for almost hours just imagining the stories that have begun and ended there. It may seem insignificant but think about it, how many lost people have sat there wondering if life is worth whatever struggle they’re going through? How many friend groups sat there laughing at some story or joke someone was telling? How many families had a picnic there?

It’s these things that make you think and imagine and wonder. Maybe that bench was where two people met, maybe they fell in love. Maybe that was where two people realized they didn’t love each other. Maybe here somebody decided to keep fighting and maybe here somebody decided to give up. Whatever stories are in this bench, whatever stories it could tell doesn’t it make you curious? Life stories have always fascinated me and this one little bench in the middle of this small park knows more life stories then we may ever know.

 

Fear.

I haven’t been blogging much over the summer but I hope to get back into it over the school year.

A lot has happened this summer, lots of growing up and lots of changes. I think my entire perspective about myself and the world has changed. The things that I got to experience this summer have impacted my life in so many ways.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my faith and my life and I’m glad of the time I had to think because I learned more about myself and I discovered what I truly believe about the world. But what I thought about most was fear.

Fear is a huge part of life, it can stop us from trying new things. People repeat the same things when they learn that you’re too afraid to try something. They always say “God is in control,” or something along those lines. I trust God but it doesn’t make me any less afraid. Maybe it should but it doesn’t.

I’m not going to make a large list of everything that I’m afraid of. But one thing I’m not afraid of is being afraid. Fear is part of being human and sometimes we have no reason to be afraid, but a lot of the time it can’t be helped. I believe that God can protect us from harm but I have never really found comfort in prayer or when people say “God is in control,” I don’t know what your afraid of and I can’t tell you how not to be afraid. But I can tell you everyone is afraid of something and it only makes it worse if you’re ashamed of being afraid.

What made my summer great!

Okay, so summer’s not over yet but it’s getting close. I just want to share some highlight moments from my summer and share what I think made it so special.

Of course my very favorite part was getting to be a part of the highschool team that went on a missions trip to Costa Rica, I could never explain the impact it had on my life. I was only there for a week, but it was I week I will never forget.

Another part was when my family and I went camping at one of the state parks. We had so much fun on that trip.

Of course my birthday party was a highlight.

And then there was the summer camp I went to with Rosie and her family.

This was definitely my most eventful summer and the best one I’ve ever had. I think I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.

Now a lot of people travel and go camping during summer, so what made my summer so special?

Yes being with my friends, and family was part of it. But I big part was the fact that God showed up. Before summer I was doubting that God was listening to me, I wanted to know that I was important to him. I felt like he hadn’t spoken to me in a long time and I prayed to him all the time. I couldn’t understand why God wasn’t responding. But there were many times this summer where I felt like God was speaking to me loud and clear.

I’m now one year older, spiritually stronger and I think my love for people has definitely grown.

I’m going to miss a lot of things about being a kid but I feel like this summer I grew up and I’m ready for whatever comes next.

I hope your summer was as exciting and fun as mine.

Thanks for reading!

Love, Abby.