The Corner Of An Attic

“It is better to live alone in the corner of an attic

than with a quarrelsome wife in a lovely home.” Proverbs 25:24, NLT

So ladies, don’t be a criticizing, nosey, always-over-your-husband’s-shoulder, untrusting, jealous, “who-is-that-girl,” “how-come-you-don’t-take-me-out-anymore” complaint using to get what you want, “you-didn’t-notice-that-I-parted-my-hair-on-the-opposite-side-today” hassling, [Samson-and-] Delilah-type nagging, cantankerous, childish, “you-were-supposed-to-be-home-twenty-two-minutes-ago-because-it-only-takes-you-five-minutes-to-walk-from-your-desk-to-the-car-then-seventeen-minutes-from-work-to-home-so-who-are-you-cheating-on-me-with” accusing, get mad all the time, spending all of your husband’s money, always doing things without speaking with him first, Job’s wife, triflin’, walking around half-naked and showing your man’s goods, telling your husband that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him… kind of wife.

God Is So Good (A Letter)

You are good

You are good

You are good

And Your mercy is forever…

Dear God,

I am such a sinner. I don’t know why You love me. I don’t know why You sent Your Son to die for people who are stuck in sin- people like me. I don’t know why You love me SO MUCH. You are in love with me. Me, who didn’t do anything to deserve Your love. Me, who has done nothing but constantly fail You. Me, who knows what is right then does the opposite, regretting it later but then going back to it again. Me. A sinner. I don’t know why You keep forgiving me. I don’t know why You keep giving me chances. I don’t understand Your love but I am thankful for Your love. So thankful. Without Your love, I would not be able to write this letter. Without Your love, I would not be where I am in my life right now. Without Your love, I would be headed to destruction definitely. I can’t understand it. I can’t understand You. I can’t even begin to understand the fullness of Your love. You love me and are in love with me. I don’t know why. I love You and I am in love with You. There are reasons upon reasons for that. You are so worthy and faithful and kind and compassionate and You understand every little thing we do. You see our hearts… LORD, I love You. I don’t know why You love me but I am grateful for Your love.

Love Always,



Hey everyone! So it’s finally time to tell you all about the good news I had from before…

I go to Quinnipiac University in Hamden, Connecticut. Well, a few weekends ago, I visited Gordon College in Wenham, Massachusetts. It. Is. AMAZING. It is almost $10,000 cheaper than QU, you get an automatic scholarship every year if you have a high enough GPA (I believe it ranges from $7,000 to $12,000), the campus is so much smaller (which I found out that I like), it’s a Christian school (I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go to a Christian school buuuut… I changed my mind), one of my room mates from last year’s mission trip to the Dominican Republic goes there, the chapel is so nice, the cafeteria is gorgeous (and has the ZA flag, the Mexico flag, and the DR flag), everyone is SO NICE, people actually say, “Hi!” when you walk by, it’s close to Beantown, AND… the laundry is FREE! 😀 I had such a good time. They also have this event called Catacombs every Sunday night at 10… all it is is acoustic worship with one little light. I love it. It keeps your mind off of everyone in the room and helps you just focus on that one-on-one praise and worship with God. 🙂

SO yesterday I received an e-mail saying that I got accepted!! HOOOYAAHHH! Gloria Dios!!! I am SO EXCITED! I have never chosen a school of my own before nor have I ever been away from home for more than a week so this move is going to be CRAZY but crazy GOOD. ^_^ Ahhhhhhh! Haha, Gordon bound, ya’ll! 😉

Nobody Wants A Good Girl

I went to the mall with my brother today and I saw breasts, legs, stomachs, breasts, and behinds. I also saw some freshman-looking boys take off and lift up their shirts while hitting on these random girls then tried to show off by doing push-ups then got made fun of because some other guys started doing push-ups and taking their shirts off as well. But anyway…

I’ll see girls everywhere getting all this crazy attention. Girls who dress provocatively, girls who wear close to nothing, girls who drink, girls who smoke, girls who swear, girls who party, girls who cover themselves with make-up, girls who willingly expose themselves, girls who are inappropriate, girls seeking attention… Some days I say to myself, “I don’t do anything!” None of that. None of that. It didn’t always make sense in my mind as to why anyone would want a girl to be theirs who is like that, to any degree. I’m not talking about attention as in compliments and getting hit on. Guys just do that to try to butter you up so they can get what they want because you look easy, to put it plainly.

I realized very recently that the world doesn’t want the good girls. Not at ALL. The world doesn’t want the girls who don’t kiss or touch or have sex or drink or smoke or show themselves off. However, if they do, it’s to be the first one to take away some of their innocence. That’s what the world wants.

A while ago this guy that I liked when I was 15/16 and I came in contact with one another. We started talking and everything was fine, you know… then he asked me to send him a picture of myself. On the FIRST day we started talking. Yeah. I know. But whatever, I ignored it and got over it. But then he just… he told me that we were going to hang out and he wanted me to at least be “willing” to… do him a favor. Gross Out City, I know. Eventually, after my repeated times of saying, “No” and after finally having to tell him that I was not going to be alone with him, especially in a bedroom because I don’t think it’s ladylike, he got upset and said that there “really must be something wrong with” me. Yupp.

So nope! The world doesn’t want girls like us. Who needs good girls when there are “bad” girls everywhere giving the world what they want? But you know what I say? I say, save the good girls- the ladies for the good guys- the gentlemen. That’s what I want! Isn’t that what you want? (Nod “yes.”) Okay, great! I thought so! I’d much rather wait patiently for a gentleman than quickly get some… guy who isn’t even interested in getting to know who I am. Who sees past the fact that I am, as we all should be, a “good” girl.