I realize that every mistake I could make as a young woman
could in fact put my future in danger or jeopardy. Not only will my mistakes affect
me, but they will also affect my husband, my children and so on. When people sin,
they do not take the time to realize the extremity of that sin. It could seem
like just a moment and nothing more than that, but it can hunt you for the
remainder of your life. Your past can literally shape your future. And when you
hold on to it, it can and will destroy any chances of having a stable life in
the future. That is why I vow to my father in Heaven that I will try my hardest
to live righteously and to live by his commandants. I vow to end my family’s
sin cycle, and start a new God-fearing lifestyle, that will resemble God’s
love. I don’t want to be shackled, and buried in lies, and deceit. I want to be
free, and live a life full of joy and peace. I want to be an inspiration to
other young women, and young adult. It is possible to live right; you just have
to want to live right! It’s a choice that you make every day you awake. We don’t
have to go through every situation to learn and grow; we don’t need to kiss a
million frogs to find our prince charming. Whoever said these things? I want to
be at peace with my life; I don’t want nor need the extra unnecessary drama.
Therefore the devil can miss me with that, I’m cool!
This morning my mom called. She had called me late last night but I was asleep. This morning she called again and I instantly knew something was off. I woke up this morning expecting to have a great day just because I went to bed at a good time the night before and woke up and made a smoothie. I've always hated Mondays, a lot of the worse days of my life or most frustrating days seemed to be on Mondays. Today was no different. I called my mom back and she begin to tell me that my cousin Edward aka "Junior" died last night. Not only did he die but he died in the basement of my Aunts, his mom's house. The same place my other cousin Eric died 5 years ago. They were brothers, Eric was the youngest. I was heartbroken and instantly broke out in tears. Eric was one of my favorite cousins on my mom's side of the family, we shared a love for art. When he died just 8 days after I moved to Dallas, I was devastated. I moved to Dallas on July 7, 2017, and he died on July 15th....