I apologize for the past month of no xanga. As much as I swore to myself I would be the last to fall away, I am guilty. But I can proudly say that life has gotten in the way of my xanga-ing and I've been too busy (not too lazy) to update.
"I thought I fell from grace, but You can erase."
Where has the last quarter of the year gone.. one more and I'm officially a SENIOR!!! As fast as these past nine-weeks have gone, they've been some of the most stressful for me. From boyfriends to grades I just couldn't seem to keep up. I've made tons of mistakes that finally caught up with me in the end. And as embarrassed and hurt as I am about these mess-ups, intervention came to me. (Thank God!) Even though it cost me my Spring Break, I feel like I can breathe again. No need for cover-ups or dishonesty to keep my rear-end from the inevitable. I don't think anyone ever knows that kind of relief until they experience it.
"Pride is a luxury that a woman in love cannot afford."
Although I wasn't exactly thrilled to suffer the consequences of my actions, I'm thankful now. I get to experience a fresh start and I'm perfectly okay with that. I hate when I get in WAY over my head. My grades suffer and the relationships I have with my parents, friends, significant others, and God suffer as well. I'm so thankful for the family and friends I've been blessed with, who despite my prideful and dishonest heart, choose to love me anyways and in turn, help me.. even when I don't want it. It is the ultimate reflection of God's love for me. Beautiful.
"I've learned the pride comes before the fall..."
In order for all of this love and forgiveness to take affect, I must change my ways. (Personal Decisions...hmmm) It's always easier said than done. But I am making a commitment to God (and whoever else happens to come across my xanga...)
I'm tired of running into the same brick wall every day. Literally. Some days I barely tap it and gain just enough confidence that I don't realize when I'm going head first into the concrete. The sad thing is, I do it to myself. I choose to receive every single bruise I have. (Metaphorically speaking, of course.) What's even more, I KNOW the wall is there. I built it. But to climb over it, I would need help. I DON'T ask for help. So the commitment I'm making is to let myself be open to help when I need it. It may be a bust to my pride in the beginning, but I'll get used to it. So, for a start, you're prayers would be very helpful. Thanks!
Love always, Taylor
Thought for the Day-
I can't believe that I'm here in this place again. How did I manage to mess up one more time? This pattern seems to be the story of my life. Should've learned this lesson by the 1000th time. Cause I promised myself I wouldn't fall. But here I've fallen. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought. All I can do is cry to You. Oh God, You have to save me. You're my last and only hope. All my right answers fail me. I can't seem to make it on my own. |