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Roller Coaster...


This week has been a roller coaster. The temperatures, my little angels at school, our daily life at home, and I have all been up and down. I'm not sure if it is the weather or the time of year but I am worn out. As I put my stuff away and begin to get my room ready for the the day, I stop and wonder if this is really what God planned for me. I often joke that I was suppose to live a different life but Kim Kardashian knocked me down, stepped over me, and took it. It would be nice to have an endless amount of money. I could handle having somebody do my hair and makeup every morning. Private jets, fancy cars, designer clothes, and big mansions don't sound that bad to me. As I compare her life to mine, that little green monster starts to take over my mind.  

"Good morning, Brownie," my favorite El Salvadorian yells as he enters my room for his daily hug. As I hug Weezy and get him pumped up for his day, gone is that little green monster, and I know this is exactly what God had planned for me.

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  1. Luis always makes me smile! I am glad he gets to start his day with a hug from Brownie! As for Kim K...who dat?! ;)

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  2. Love this....

    I read something the other day that said that if the grass is greener on the other side, take the time to water your own grass so it will be just as green. I really loved that mindset.

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