Monday, November 29, 2010
After talking with my friend about raising teenage girls, I think back to my own teenage years. I see how God used my mom in protecting me. Moving us from our hometown clear across the state, was his way of protecting me. Cause living in a small town kids get bored easily. I had a friend that had a baby at 15. God didn't even give me a chance to even think about messing up. He gave me a mom that cared more about protecting me, instead of trusting me. She never let me do anything that hinted the word trouble. Thank You Mom for loving me eventhough at the time I thought it was "unfair".... You did a great job of raising me, cause I think I turned out pretty wonderful, if I do say so myself... he he he....
at 7:13 AM