Faithful Jesus

 Faithful Jesus

I have drifted away,

time and time again.

I feel thrown into the world's

lies.

Each and everyday,

I hear mercy's cries

I see someone over there,

whispering my name.

It angers me when I see

no shame.

They lie and whisper,

they seem to take

everything I own.

I feel like my life is at stake.

But then I remember...

My Faithful Jesus.

When I get angry,

He gives me mercy.

When I am down

He makes my frown

disappear.

When I need Him,

When I call,

He is there.
 
He's my Faithful Jesus.

Family

Sometimes family can aggravate you. Your parents can punish you for reacting to what your younger sibling did to you. Your younger sibling might nag at you constantly trying to get a reaction out of you. Parents can tell you what to do and what not to do, it might be annoying. Your older sibling can boss you around, your not a baby.

You might realize that your parents punished you to reacting to what your sibling did to you, hoping that you might think twice before doing it the next time.  You might realize you parents are telling you what to do and not what to do because what you want to do is dangerous. You might realize your sibling is only expressing their love for you in a annoying way. You might realize that you older sibling is only bossing you around because they feel their duty is to protect you.

 Family might annoy you at times. Family might make you angry. Family also lifts you up when your falling. Family also gives you hugs on the days of downs. Family also is there when you need advice. Family is there to help you when someone is being nasty to you at school.


 Some people may be thinking, "I have no family."

 It's not true.

 If you don't have a physical family, you have a spiritual one. The Church is a body of Believers, or a body of brothers and sisters who are there to help each other. The Church is where you're filled up with wisdom. It is where people give you hugs and make you feel loved.

And your Father whom is in Heaven loves you more than anything. He adores you and protects you when you ask for protection. He makes you smile when your going through the hardest thing you have ever had to go through. He's there to remind you that you are perfect the way you are when others say differently. You may not have a father on this earth, but you have one in Heaven who watches you every second of every day. He is your Family.

 Psalm 133:1 “Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!”

 2 Corinthians 6:18 “And I will be your Father, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.”
  
 Exodus 20:12 “Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you"
  

Little Miss Miracle

On July 4rth, my mom handed me and my sister a present, I had no idea what it was for, my birthday had already passed, even if it was my gift, why was it for my sister too? I opened it up and it was a gift telling us our mother was pregnant. I can remember jumping up and down and continuing to smile constantly. The happiness didn't leave me.

 We soon started to schedule doctors appointments and planned everything out. We decided to take a test to tell us whether our baby was healthy or not. Well a week after we took the test, the doctor called us said everything was okay. We rejoiced and praised the Lord. The next day, we went to the doctor's office to look at the baby , but instead, the doctor called my mom and dad in. He said for me and my sister to stay out and wait, so we did. After about 15 minutes, I was starting to worry. Something was wrong. What was it? Why couldn't we go in? Well about 5 minutes after that my mom and dad came out, both looking overwhelmed with disappointment. When we got out of the doctor's office, my dad told us something, but I couldn't hear what he said, but I knew it wasn't good, at all. So my dad repeated himself and he had said, "The baby has downs." It took a while for me to figure out what that meant. I finally figured it out, the baby had down syndrome.

 We had been told that the baby was perfectly okay the day before, so this news was very unexpected. We started praying that God would change the baby and make it perfect. We later found out it was a girl and decided on the name Emmy. 

 We soon had to go to specialists for her. They would look for things that Downs babies have. All together, from what we heard, Emmy was very unhealthy. They said there was a hole in her heart, she had a missing pinky bone, her neck was too thick, she had clubbed feet, her arms and legs were too small for her body, and the fluid in her brain was too high.

 Well, when we heard she had a hole in her heart, we were recommended to a heart specialist. Before we the to that specialist, we prayed that she had no hole. We soon went to the heart specialist. The heart specialist saw no hole in her heart. Power of prayer.

 When we heard she had no pinky bone. We immediately prayed that her pinky bone would appear. And guess what? The next appointment, she had one! Power of Prayer.

All the rest of the stuff the doctor told us that was wrong with her, we couldn't find out until she was born. From there on out we prayed for a perfect baby. You know what? After about a month, I had complete faith that she was perfect. We'd seen God work already with her pinky bone and heart. That was enough. She was going to be perfect.

February 18th, 2015, at exactly 7:00o'clock a.m. Emmy was born. My sister and I were at home, jumping up and down, waiting impatiently for the news to hear whether or not she was perfect. When I talked to my mom, I asked, "Is she perfect!?" my mom said "No, they're doing tests on her right now."

 Boy oh boy. I felt hopeless. She. Wasn't. Perfect. What were our prayers about?! What was the meaning of them! I was so crushed. I was for sure she was okay, but my mother told me she wasn't. What?! I could've cried.

 We visited my mom in the hospital later that day. Emmy wasn't in the room when we arrived, she was still being tested. We waited in the small hospital room and watched T.V. It was about a hour until they actually brought her in. I was anxious to see her, hoping to be able to say, "She doesn't look downs at all!", but I couldn't say it. She looked downs, but I found her adorable. For the thirty minutes I held her, I grew more ad more attached. I didn't want to leave her. By the time I was done holding her, I didn't want her to be "perfect" I wanted her to be who she was because she was perfect to me.

 When my sister was holding her, I realized, she wasn't clubbed foot. She had the sweetest and cutest legs ever. Her arms and legs were perfect size. She may not be perfect in the worlds eyes, but she is in the Lord's and my eyes. And that's all that matters.

What God Has Done For Me.

I love God. He has done so many things for me. I decided to share a couple of things, I hope you enjoy!

 When I was born, I was deaf, no accident caused me to become deaf, I just was. The doctors found out that I was deaf when I was 11 months old. The doctors said I would never speak. I had my surgery when I was 18 months (To put a "magnet" into my head, that way the cochlear implant would work.), after my surgery I got the cochlear implants. I began to speak, then the doctors said I would never be able to go past a 1rst grade reading level, but I went beyond that. In third grade I was reading 6th grade books.

 When I was nine I prayed that my mom would become pregnant. My mom told me that she was satisfied with the children she had, so instead I started to pray that we could foster orphan children. My parents weren't up for fostering, but sure enough a year later they decided to start take foster parenting classes. It took about three months for that to end, then we officially were a foster family. We fostered five children in three years. We loved them all, but the one that was the hardest to lose was Elle. She was our only girl foster child. We had her since new born to eight months old. When we lost her I never thought I was going to be happy again. I prayed that God would show me a reason she left. Well, three months after we lost Elle, my mom found out she was pregnant. I praised God for the answered prayer. I asked Him to show me why we lost Elle, he did, we had a baby we'd never lose. Those three years of fostering we preparing us for the permanent child. Not only was it preparation, it was three years of growing in faith. I'm a much stronger Christian than I was before fostering.

 Well, there you go! Hope you liked!