The title: I watched Kevin Hart's second hour long special and he has a joke talking about his toddler getting in the oven. It was hilarious. He threatens the boy he'll turn it on and the kid says "Hot....hot" and shakes his head. He is lucky to have funny kids to get all this material from.
Moving Right Along: I should always look forward, but it's also beneficial to never forget what was ten paces behind me. Ten paces ago may have been hurtful, but it may have also had some joy in it too. I'm back at home at my granny's house and I realized what was missing before. Why I was so bummed out the last time I was here. My little uncle, Joseph*, wasn't here. Now that we're all here, it feels like home. I always want to move forward and forget about the past, but despite how painful some events were in the past, there were also some great people there. I love my family and if I would've just moved away, I wouldn't connect the feeling of actually missing them to my move. I'm not saying I want to be sad when I one day leave home, but I do want to remember that I have people that anchor me, both friends and family, that I can always call. My grandma remembers things I talked about when I was 15. I brought something up the other day and she says "Oh, yeah, I remember you being really upset about that in high school". I was shocked. I'm like, why would she store that in her memory, but it shows she was listening and she cares.
On another note, I think I'm finally beginning to understand faith. Like true, pray about it, set it and forget it, faith. I prayed about my mom the other day. I hadn't done it in a while, because somewhere in the back of my mind, I actually thought maybe some of my mom's life issues are too much. They can't be fixed. That is directly contradictory to my belief that God is almighty. So I said a prayer out of faith. Then yesterday I got some bad news about my mom, but I didn't worry. It wasn't even intentional. I didn't tell myself, "Don't worry". I just didn't feel the need to worry. I still believe God is going to help her and even if I can't see how, this bump in the road may be the actual catalyst to God helping her. He weaves these intricate plans that never seem to make sense to me, but they always lead somewhere wonderful. So I know my mom is on that journey.
*Ten points if you can guess Joseph's real name.
Moving Right Along: I should always look forward, but it's also beneficial to never forget what was ten paces behind me. Ten paces ago may have been hurtful, but it may have also had some joy in it too. I'm back at home at my granny's house and I realized what was missing before. Why I was so bummed out the last time I was here. My little uncle, Joseph*, wasn't here. Now that we're all here, it feels like home. I always want to move forward and forget about the past, but despite how painful some events were in the past, there were also some great people there. I love my family and if I would've just moved away, I wouldn't connect the feeling of actually missing them to my move. I'm not saying I want to be sad when I one day leave home, but I do want to remember that I have people that anchor me, both friends and family, that I can always call. My grandma remembers things I talked about when I was 15. I brought something up the other day and she says "Oh, yeah, I remember you being really upset about that in high school". I was shocked. I'm like, why would she store that in her memory, but it shows she was listening and she cares.
On another note, I think I'm finally beginning to understand faith. Like true, pray about it, set it and forget it, faith. I prayed about my mom the other day. I hadn't done it in a while, because somewhere in the back of my mind, I actually thought maybe some of my mom's life issues are too much. They can't be fixed. That is directly contradictory to my belief that God is almighty. So I said a prayer out of faith. Then yesterday I got some bad news about my mom, but I didn't worry. It wasn't even intentional. I didn't tell myself, "Don't worry". I just didn't feel the need to worry. I still believe God is going to help her and even if I can't see how, this bump in the road may be the actual catalyst to God helping her. He weaves these intricate plans that never seem to make sense to me, but they always lead somewhere wonderful. So I know my mom is on that journey.
*Ten points if you can guess Joseph's real name.
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