Compassion

With all the bustling about of this very busy Christmas season, I have decided to sponsor another child through Compassion International. When we think of Christmas, many people could define it as being a time for family and love. Yet, with this in mind, it has always boggled my mind that people get so crazy and violent when they shop. Please, define love and good will again for me...

I was watching a movie the other day called, "The Perfect Gift," where the main character said that when she thought of Christmas, the first thing that came to mind was "Retail Spike." How true is this? Is what we focus on, and how we define our Christmas is by the presents we give and receive.

What about when you think of the kids who live in poverty? My Christmas gift to a random child this year is a sponsorship so he/she can go to school and be supplied with things they need to survive. I gave someone a chance for a better life. I know I truly enjoy it when I get letters from my current sponsor child, and he tells me about his life and everything... it's so sweet and genuine. It's such a unique and happy feeling... to give to these children and know that you and truly helping them out. It's not that your money disappears and you never see it again, but you can actually see it working in these kids' lives.

It's amazing!

Cancer stinks

About two months ago, my mom was re-diagnosed with cancer. Incurable. These last two months have been hard, watching her get weaker and weaker. She's in pain, but the doctor's can't seem to do anything about it. Two months ago, when the doctor told her, he made it sound like her treatment would give her a better quality of life until, well, it happens. My family planned out a big summer, not knowing if it would be her last or not. We figured we'd have at least a year before things started turning sour. We were wrong. Each day, it's just a constant struggle for her. She has no appetite, so she's not eating much. As a result, she's losing weight. She sits around so she's not exercising too much. She doesn't want to burn too many calories so she can gain some weight back. As a result, she's getting weaker because she's not exercising. Even if she wanted to, though, she couldn't, because of the constant pain. I feel like there is no plus side to the situation. I know it sounds terrible, but I feel like all we do is sit around, waiting. I hate that. I'm the person who fixes things. I hate conflict. I hate it when things aren't right.

But I can't fix my mom. Still, I wish there was something, anything, I could do to make her feel better. To make her have more good days than bad days.

One thing that has really been driven home for me over the last couple of months... always cherish the people God has given to you. It's the people in your life that matter the most. Not the new car or the new house. The people. I know right now I can't imagine life without my mom. She has always been that image of support for me. She has always been there to help me or give me advice when I need it. I cherish those moments now. I cherish the memories and all the good times. And I will cherish every single day that I have left with her.

Welcome

Hello, everyone! Welcome to my new blog. I say new, because I've tried this type of things before. Well, if you considering blogging and online journaling to be in the same category. I've been at livejournal (still am, kinda), greatestjournal (before they shut down), and insanejournal (it's been a long time since I've visited, though).

This seems a bit different to me now, though. So we'll see how it goes.

I'm a writer. I currently write about 95% fanfiction, and 5% original fiction. I'm hoping, dreaming, and praying that my original fiction will be published someday. Yes, amidst all my short stories, I have been working on a novel for about three years. I am nearing the end, and then I will begin the lengthy editing process, after which, probably re-editing just to be sure. But then, submission to a publisher. Hopefully.