falling from the sky, being caught.

I know that my redeemer lives. What comfort this sweet sentence gives. 

I mess up. And god loves me still. This I know. 

Minor miracle of the night. I was driving with my Natalie, and the snow made us stop in the middle of an intersection. Not stop per say, but get stuck. The light turned red for us, and we realized that if we didn't move that we would get hit. I decided to pray, and in the moment of saying amen, it was as if we were being pushed by another car out of the intersection saving us from a wreck. There was nobody behind us. I can say with all my heart that we were being watched over. I am grateful to  be alive, no matter how hard life is. Also, on a hill, my car got stuck as did a bunch of other cars. I started pushing my car, it went up, so I decided to push the other cars. People started getting out of their cars in the pouring snow and helped me push. It was amazing, every single person who helped me push a car, their car started and got up that hill with no trouble once they tried again. I know that these two little snow miracles might not seem like much, but they are exactly what i needed to know at this time of my life. 

Thank you Jesus for dying for my sins.

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}

Sweet heart. Bitch. Sweetheart.

 I'm not going to lie, high school was not my shining moment of glory.

I heard my reputation once. "Too nice"

Clara's quirky. Maybe a little too quirky.

She is too accepting.

She just has weirdos following her around.

(Also I would like to point out the fact that I'm so nice over ruled my reputation as the girl who came to school with a cat printed somewhere on her clothing at least twice a week.)

Now I don't see why this is a bad thing, this is the kind of thing that would make me happy if it were to be told to my face.

But it wasn't. It was told behind my back, by a girl who thought qualities like trying to be non judgmental are something to be ashamed of.

I am judgemental. I am a little bit of a bitch. Okay. A lot of a bitch. But I'm trying.

I know how much pain there is in this world and I don't want to add anymore pain by thinking someones not wearing the right clothes.

I do talk bad about people. It's hard not to. Get with someone whom you share acquaintances with. And unless it's a business/professional relationship, the truth of the matter is that gossip is going to come out of it.

I see someone and I do the whole thing in my head. I judge them. Based on outward appearances.

But than I remind myself that they are children of god. And personalities over ride looks.

And I am not better than anyone else. Ever.

I'm trying. I'm trying to be honest and real with people. Not be all sugary and sweet.

I'm working.

 I'm human. 

I'm trying.

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}