After receiving the holy spirit from preacher Jonathan Shuttlesworth this past Wednesday, I think it’s time I stop drowning myself in desolate grim nights of self doubt. He told the crowd, with every head bowed every eye closed and the holy spirit present in the room, “When something unfortunate happens, people always compliment the devil saying he’s strong and we never seem to remember how much more powerful and mighty God is.” Everyone in the once murmuring room must have guiltily apologized in their heads or said an apologetic silent prayer — it was true. That was my mindset.
I don’t remember why I was never interested or passionate enough to pursue a career in an academic subject but I’m happy and grateful with the job I have now. …show more content…
A three month vacation every year in the summer, including the free weekends during the busy year, is always wonderfully blissful. I even get to make breakfast, I even get to kiss and embrace my loving husband before he leaves our hard earned two story house for work, and I even get to take my anklebiters to the communal academic factory before I go to my amazing job. This last June morning of work, I better late than never, received the paint I’ve been needing and expecting since January, when we had just finished using up our paint from August. As I zealously opened the boxes that contained the new paint, I had something else on my mind. I am going to a family reunion sometime in my three month vacation and my sisters are going. Arely, my youngest …show more content…
I sat in my comfortable and secure chair staring at the photos I have of my family on my desk and pondered as the bell rang for class to start. When were our lives at our worst? I asked myself this as my second children entered my art classroom for the last time. They saw the empty boxes at the side of the door and excitedly got into their desks when they saw all the new ready-to-be-used paint on my main desk. When the second bell rang, I instructed them to set up like they always do and I told them draw or paint whatever they wanted because there wasn’t any more specific assignments to follow or projects to do. I sat at my main desk with a pencil in my hand and a blank sheet of copy paper (there wasn’t any other paper available), and I remembered that I used to always draw on blinding white copy paper with only that one tool. When a teacher would introduce a new medium I could use, I never wanted to expand my horizons. I was always afraid of messing up my drawings with something unfamiliar so I never tried anything new. This was one of the reasons why my life was so miserable back then. This was around the time when my whole family’s life was at its worst. It was Maricarmen’s first year as a nurse and away from home and she chose to help take care of the drug addicts and sociopaths. Soon after her first few weeks of working did she realize that she didn’t like working with them because they were intolerable and too much to
I don’t remember why I was never interested or passionate enough to pursue a career in an academic subject but I’m happy and grateful with the job I have now. …show more content…
A three month vacation every year in the summer, including the free weekends during the busy year, is always wonderfully blissful. I even get to make breakfast, I even get to kiss and embrace my loving husband before he leaves our hard earned two story house for work, and I even get to take my anklebiters to the communal academic factory before I go to my amazing job. This last June morning of work, I better late than never, received the paint I’ve been needing and expecting since January, when we had just finished using up our paint from August. As I zealously opened the boxes that contained the new paint, I had something else on my mind. I am going to a family reunion sometime in my three month vacation and my sisters are going. Arely, my youngest …show more content…
I sat in my comfortable and secure chair staring at the photos I have of my family on my desk and pondered as the bell rang for class to start. When were our lives at our worst? I asked myself this as my second children entered my art classroom for the last time. They saw the empty boxes at the side of the door and excitedly got into their desks when they saw all the new ready-to-be-used paint on my main desk. When the second bell rang, I instructed them to set up like they always do and I told them draw or paint whatever they wanted because there wasn’t any more specific assignments to follow or projects to do. I sat at my main desk with a pencil in my hand and a blank sheet of copy paper (there wasn’t any other paper available), and I remembered that I used to always draw on blinding white copy paper with only that one tool. When a teacher would introduce a new medium I could use, I never wanted to expand my horizons. I was always afraid of messing up my drawings with something unfamiliar so I never tried anything new. This was one of the reasons why my life was so miserable back then. This was around the time when my whole family’s life was at its worst. It was Maricarmen’s first year as a nurse and away from home and she chose to help take care of the drug addicts and sociopaths. Soon after her first few weeks of working did she realize that she didn’t like working with them because they were intolerable and too much to