SuckAtTitles

I don't even know where to start. This weekend has been a long weekend. Encouraging but difficult to say the least. And even after it, I still don't know where I am really. I am sort of just a mess. I don't necessarily mean to be so much. But I feel like I have been so clouded spiritually these past few days and I am not sure how to get back on track. I have done my best to stay faithful but still things seem to keep falling. And maybe that is just me being emotional and whiny. But at this point, I feel so lost and I am not sure where to go from here.

But in the end, I can be encouraged by the fact that God is always victorious and no matter what kind of "funk" I seem to be in, He will get me through it by keeping me strong no matter what. And because I know that, I must praise Him no matter what kind of "funk" I feel like I am in.

I don't mean to sound so whiny and depressed all the time in all my blogs. But it is sort of a nice way to write all my thoughts down and vent, I suppose.

And... On a lighter note, Lyndi. I had the privilege of spending a lot of time with her this weekend. If anything good came out of going home this weekend, it was definitely her. We don't get to talk/see each other often, but when we do, I can always count on her blessing me in some special way. I am always reminded of why I fell in love with her a long time ago in the second grade in the first place. So.. Shout out to Baby Lyn Lyn Moore.

Also, I got a hair cut this weekend. And it's special because it happens to be a bigger change than I was expecting. I got bangs. Which.. I am just not remembering that my hairstylist told me that it's is called "fringe" now. So I guess I actually got fringe. Well, when Bekah saw me, I don't think she realized it was me. I asked her if she liked it and the precious girl promptly shook her head no. Gotta love that honestly. But they have already been cut. So I am going to be rocking the "fringe" for a while. Sorry Bek.

A lot of times, it's hard being back home. Because when I am home, like every good mother, my mother worries. So when I am not home by 1:00a.m. or before, she starts to worry. I was talking to Matty in the parking lot of the movie theater when the darling woman text me and told me to "come home because I was not in Starkville." She's right. I'm not in Starkville, but I am almost 20 years old. Summer is coming up soon. She and I might have to have a talk. Never a dull moment.

God is good, but learning to trust and stay faithful is hard.