"I was brutish and ignorant; I was like a beast towards you. Nevertheless, I am continually with you, you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory.
So, on Monday, we went to Six Flags! I have to admit, it was one of the BEST days ever!! But I’ll be frank with you- before I went, I disliked roller coasters. I was scared that it’d break on me, and I didn’t like it when my stomach flew out of my mouth on the big drops.
There are eight high thrill roller coasters at Six Flags and around twenty-one coasters total. And out of all the ones we could’ve done, my dad and older sister decided to go on the one with the highest drop (255ft), Goliath, first. The one that was super-fast, had a super big drop, and was nicknamed the "hypercoaster." It was also a high-thrill ride. Yipes. And I, not wanting to be left by myself, went too. (And besides, how many times do you get to go to Six Flags?!)
I glanced in the mirror for the fifty-seventh time. Was my hair still perfect? Did my clothes match? Should I wear earrings? Should I change my outfit and wear something cuter? How should I act while I’m there? What if they think I’m weird? What if they don’t like me? Should I try to act cool and smart?
Those questions almost always banged around in my head whenever I got ready for events, especially if I didn’t know that many people. That ever-present feeling that I had to do specific things to be liked, to make friends, to be like everybody else, was always around. I felt that I had to look all nice and cute to be loved and that I had to be smart and perfect. That feeling of following the prototype of the people around me was like a shadow that never left me. I’ve always been worried about how other people saw me. I didn’t want them to think I was just another girl who was struggling to even match her own clothes! I wanted to fit in, and yet I also wanted to stand out. I wanted to be liked, but I also wanted to be admired. I wanted to do something people didn’t normally see or do.
Last night I had a dream:
My sisters and I were trying to run away from something that held us captive. In the process, we had to run through someone's backyard. Well, the lady who was inside saw us and started following us. We tried to escape (through her house), but instead found ourselves trapped in a room with the lady right at our heels.
Frantic, I told my sister to call the police and tell them that some lady was holding us hostage (which wasn't true). Somehow (as dreams go), the police got there before the woman got to us and arrested her. Right after my sister called the police, I realized that I was condemning an innocent lady, probably to a death sentence or something (keep in mind that dreams aren't realistic!). I also realized that she could simply tell the police that what we said was wrong and probably have evidence to back her up.
"I have said these things to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation, but take heart;
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"I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all of my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds."