Passion



Passion is a gritty kind of love, tough and

optimistic enthusiasm that overcomes negativity and inconvenience to make it

through to the end. (10,000 Reasons Overflow)


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

me!!

Challenged by Sara, let me introduce myself.

I am a single mom of a 13 year old daughter. It certainly wasn’t my idea to be pregnant at 20 and almost didn’t go through with the pregnancy. Glad I did though, she is the most beautiful thing on the face of the earth. She makes me always want to be a better person, and a better mom so that she is not left to clean up the messes I have had to over the years. The one thing I have done is make sure she knew God and she constantly blows me away.

I work in Automotive and it’s fast passed and really stressful, and truth be told, I love it. I love being challenged by so many things that I don’t know. And I don’t know that much, good thing I have a huge quest for knowledge.

I see the good in people, when most people can’t. I can see past a smile and I notice when I someone isn’t feeling well or kind of just disappears. I remember everything, every joy, every sorrow. It’s a good thing and a bad thing.

I want to be married. Even though I know it’s a lot of work, I am not afraid of that. I want to come home and make dinners and have babies everywhere, but if I didn’t that would be ok too. I am tired of being the only unmarried one. I also look forward to “no pants nights” when I am married (see, I don’t forget anything) and a lot of them, thank you very much.

I love to cook, it’s one of my most favorite things in the world to do. I love sharing recipes, I love making people’s favorites. I just love to cook. I would cook all day if I could, unfortunately I would eat most of the day too.

I am way bigger than I’d like to be. I am comfortable as a size 6/8. I love being thin, it’s easier to get around and clothes look much better on me. I love to work out just don’t have the money to buy a gym membership. I love to run, I love the feeling of the sweat dripping down my face and knowing that I just accomplished 30 minutes at 6 miles an hour on the treadmill.

I am lonely sometimes. I like my alone time, but sometimes I am lonely. The good thing about that is some of the best conversations with God have come from that time.

I love God and can’t stop serving, I don’t care what it is (as long as it falls within my gift category). I figure God gave His son for me, the least I can do is serve Him and others. I switched churches after about 3 years. It was a tough decision but I know I made the right one. I am excited to see how God is going to work in my life. I wish I knew the bible more, I wish that I wouldn’t have waited until I was in my 30’s to have a relationship with God. But I realize that in my wishing, there is someone in my same position 3 years ago, and will hear my testimony and know that it’s never too late to love God. God uses so much of my awfulness for His glory. He uses my own awfulness to bring me closer to Him.

I have so many favorite scripture verses that I can’t even believe it. I often use the same ones over and over in my blog because I think that lessons are learned over and over on different levels. Romans 12:2, Phil 4:13, Romans 8:28, Matthew 6:25-36, Jer 29:11. James 4:8, Proverbs 3:5-6, Psalm 46:10.

I never feel good enough. I feel like I work really hard to be average. It’s a lot of effort, but somehow I grow from each experience a little more than the last.

I have a hot temper, I hold things in way too long and then explode. It’s one of my worst traits, and the one where if I feel like I am going to be hurt, I will thrash so hard outwardly that I will try to scare someone away. I have a huge bark, and not a very big bite, designed that way to keep those who don’t really want to make an effort away. But if I feel the need to protect those I love, I’ll knock anyone to their knees.
I love my dad like crazy. He raised me with a lot of help from some wonderful people all around. If anyone EVER tries to hurt him, I might just have to smack them. We love and fight like crazy and I wish I could be more forgiving like he is. Maybe it comes with time. He is my great friend, and a great dad. I still miss my mom though.

I love boating, and I don’t let looking terrible in a bathing suit stop me from enjoying it, though I don’t usually get in a bathing suit in front of anyone but family. Growing up, those are some of my favorite memories.

I love to read and wish that I spent more time on Bible studies and in God’s word and less time in magazines. I read Shampoo bottles or anything if there is nothing else around just like Sara.

One of my best friends is in prison. People are always surprised that I know someone who has a life sentence. Whatever I tell them, he’s been my friend since the summer before 6th grade (that’s 11 years old). We’ve been friends twice as along as we haven’t. We’re all ex-somethings and I love him for all he is and he loves me too.

I struggle with depression. It’s because I bottle a lot of things inside for a long time, and it has no where to go. I try to keep it “under control” but struggle because of everything I keep inside. Things are better now that I share with God. The feelings don’t always go away, but I can say them out loud in conversation with God. It helps. I am also the “crier”. Mad, sad, or glad, tears are coming. I think that somehow that’s how God lets me cleanse my soul to let more of His goodness in.

I need to get better with moderation. I am all or nothing. Full throttle or sittin’ on my butt. I trade one addiction for another. I hate that about me.

I love to shop, as long as it’s not clothes for me (even when I’m thin). I hate buying clothes for me. Phyllis, dad, anyone but me. I love grocery shopping, I go to a million stores to fulfill my list. Wonder Bread store, SaveAlot, Kroger, and Fruit Market. It seems crazy, but I love it, gotta get the best deal out there.

Prison Break is my very favorite show. And I love General Hospital, TV may be on but I could take it or leave it, but don’t touch my CDs, I will break your neck, your fingers, and knock your teeth out, but I will be happy to copy anything for you, you just can’t borrow them, that’s the way it goes.

I would do almost anything for anyone. I love that about me too. Just don’t ask me to do anything that would compromise what I believe.

I am a child of God.


Jer 1:5 "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."

3 comments:

Birmingham Girl said...

I know who you are before ever reading this...although I did love to read it. Your generous spirit shines through every thing you write ~ and you know I read everyone of your recipes!!
This was beautiful - thanks.

Sara said...

thank you for sharing and being my girl margie. (that's dean's nickname for you)
no pants night! ha! you do have a good memory!

KayMac said...

enjoyed learning more about you and your heart.