God knows I'm tough enough.

When I was in the 8th grade I had to eat lunch beside of Mrs. Bullington, I don't exactly remember why, I think I got in trouble for saying something inappropriate in class (imagine that). Whatever the reason was, there I was with her and another teacher. I liked Mrs.B, I liked her a lot, she was and still is my all time favorite teacher. She would always get me in trouble but not how you would think getting in trouble means. The way she did it was different, she did it in a way that I could see how much she genuinely cared about me. The only teacher that's ever really wanted to constantly know about me, the real me.
The teacher I'm going to remember when I'm 50, the kind of teacher that every teacher should be.

That day she turns over to me and says "you know I think you're a very strong girl."


"I don't have anything to be strong about Mrs.B, I live a pretty good life."

"One day you will have to be and just remember you have all the potential, all the maturity, all the love in your heart, to make it through anything. I just wanted you to know that I see so much in you, it's crazy."




On September 17, 2012 the women who lived with us for 13 years had a stroke, my grandma has been like a 2nd mom to us. By the grace of God she survived, unfortunately, her recovery is a slow process. A process that has involved my mom to go to Texas to take care of her for most of this semester. A process that involves me to be in charge of my 4 younger siblings the majority of the day, with only my 15 year old sister to help me until my dad gets home.
This part of my senior year is so crucial, the stress of college rest so heavily on my shoulders..I tell myself  that it's okay to get a little frustrate because I'm only 17, I'm not suppose to know how to do this.
Then again, I tell myself that I could do better, and it all boils down to me repeating to myself:
you're doing your best
you're doing your best
you're doing your best
you're doing your best

Mrs.B may or may not even remember what she said, but every day since my moms been gone, I've thought about her words.
& they've did me so good.
I am strong, even if I forget sometimes.

The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. -Deu. 33:27