I think it’s only fair for me to warn y’all that this may be a really long blog post. Then again, it may not be…but if it is, don’t say I didn’t warn you! 😂
I feel a little old today. I am turning 20; I am no longer a teen. I find it hard to believe, tbh, and I’m not really sure where the time has gone. 🤷🏼♀️ In honor of this special birthday (although I’m not sure it’s any more special than the past years😁), I am going to write a little about my self. (all my friends say: oh joy… 🙄)
I was born in Yuma, AZ, on March 27th, 2000. My parents were pastoring a church there at the time. They pastored there for 5 years before our family moved down to Honduras. I was two years old when we moved to Tegucigalpa, the capital.
There are plenty of stories I could tell about all the things we learned when coming down here to live. It took some getting used to because none of us knew Spanish, except for my dad. My siblings and I learned pretty quickly because we were young, and I think that I may have learned it too well because now I talk faster than the native Hondurans (or so some tell me). I talk fast. Period. It doesn’t matter if it’s English or Spanish! 😂😂
We lived in Tegucigalpa a little over a year, and then we went back to the US for a few months. When we came back as missionaries (and not only aimers), my dad drove our Nissan Frontier from the States, and mom flew with all of us kids. I have a funny story to tell about that trip! 😂😂 Some of my closest friends don’t even know this story, so y’all are truly getting the scoop!
On the flight to Honduras, we weren’t all together, so mom sat with Nathaniel and Josiah (she was pregnant with Lydia), and Allana and I sat on a row farther back, with a middle-aged lady. I don’t remember much about her, except for the fact that she seemed to like me. I think I still looked cute and innocent back then (I mean, I was only 6 at the time, and all six-year-olds are cute). 🤷🏼♀️😆 I was sitting in the middle seat (if I remember right), and the lady beside me asked what I wanted to drink. I was too small to drink coffee, but it didn’t keep me from being a coffee addict (even as a small child) 😂. I asked for black coffee. 🤷🏼♀️😂 She looked at me funny and then told the steward what I wanted (all the while she couldn’t stop laughing). Thinking back now, I figure I probably looked pretty funny asking for coffee like a grown-up. After I got my coffee (and drank it all up, of course), she told me to order whatever I wanted and that she would pay for it. I honestly don’t remember what all I got, the only thing I remember is asking for chocolate ice cream. 😂😂😂 I don’t think airlines carry ice cream with them, and (looking back, I realize) that’s probably why they were “working on making it” when we landed. The flight crew was probably happy to see me go! 😂😆 Well, that’s the funny story of the day! God has allowed me and my family to live some hilarious/crazy experiences!
I grew up in La Ceiba, and I can’t imagine living anywhere else because of all the ways that God has allowed me to grow and glow up. There is a lot that I have lived through in these past 20 years, but I wouldn’t be able to write it before the end of today, so I will stick to writing about a couple main things.
I went through a really hard stage in my life at the age of 14 (2014 😁), when one of my childhood best friends left Honduras and went to the US with his mom. It was hard for me to say goodbye, and it was also hard for his other cousins, who were my other two best friends. Things kinda changed for us all after that, but we’ve managed to keep a good relationship throughout the years since then (the other two cousins were actually part of the Class of 2019). I’m thankful that I was able to grow up in Honduras, although I’ve said otherwise at different times in my life.
In the same year that one of my best friends left, we also had a couple of churches leave our fellowship. It was hard for all of us, but I was at the age where everything seemed so much bigger than it actually was, and (since as a child I needed stability) I started thinking that all of our pastors were going to do that. I believe that God used those years to get me to rely on Him more than ever before.
I went through several years of struggling to find who I was, and I still struggle with it at times, tbh. I changed opinions about what kind of music I liked, what clothing styles I felt comfortable, what kind of people I hung out with. It took me a while to find a place, although I have understood that I wasn’t made to fit it. We are a city on a hill, and we weren’t made to blend in with everybody, but we were made to stand out!
These last 5 years have probably been the hardest of my life because I have lived through them and learned as a young person. Everything takes a whole new meaning when you’re a teen! 😂
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget 2016 (until I’m old and senile, that is 😂). I almost died that year. I plan on writing a post about it someday, but I am definitely thankful God spared my life, or I wouldn’t be here writing about my life tonight. I’m forever thankful for how He intervened. 🙌🏼 It is a long story, and if I had more time, I would write about it tonight, but I am going to put it off for another time. I will say this: if God had not stepped in and given me a very visible sign that He heard me and loved me, I would’ve taken my life. I know it’s probably hard to believe that, especially for how I am now; God has taken me to places I never thought I’d go. He’s showed me a grace I never thought I’d know.
I also went through a pretty tough time last year. I was actually talking with Cristel the other day in the car about how far we had both come since last year, and how different things were. Of course, there are always bad things that I am reminded of in these upcoming days, but overall, I thankful for life. I am thankful that I am alive, healthy (although I could probably be more fit), that I have my family by my side (well, almost all my family), and that friends and people from our church surround me. I have too much to be thankful for to waste my time thinking about all the negative. God has been too good to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a human, and there are days that all I do is complain (just ask my siblings), I don’t always know where I’m going, only that I’m going to finish the race and make it to Heaven. I get frustrated when things don’t work out the way I thought they would. God has taught over and over again this last year that His ways are way higher than mine, and that His thoughts are much greater than anything I could have in mind. I am thankful that I serve a God I can trust, and I know my life is in His hands, and I can trust Him completely.
I am thankful to be turning 20 today because I know of many who were unable to live this long, and it saddens my heart. God has been so incredibly good to me! While I’m not going to be able to get out of the house (most likely) or see our young people (only on Zoom for youth meeting), I am thankful that God has provided for us…I mean, I even have a cake mix for tomorrow! (and we haven’t even been able to go to the grocery store since the lockdown started). I am thankful for life!
I’m actually writing this the night before so that it will be published at midnight (at the start of my birthday). I know I’ll have more to write about tomorrow evening, and I might post some more then, but I did want to post just a little bit now about how grateful I am for what God has done in my life. I never would’ve made it without Him! 🎶 I’m not lucky, I’m loved! Sorry, I don’t know why I’m quoting so many song lyrics tonight…maybe it’s because I’m tired! 😆😂🤷🏼♀️
I am also super thankful for the church service we had tonight. Even though it was mainly just a new converts class, we felt God’s presence in a special way! I look forward to our youth meeting tomorrow! God is good, y’all! 👏🏽👏🏽
Ok, I need to head to bed, or I will never stop writing! 😂
God Bless, and thanks for reading!