Tired of being poor.

I love my parents. Just thought I'd get that out there before I started.

When we lived in Miami, OK. I never thought of us as poor, middle class, or any of that junk. I just thought we lived the way regular people did, just with a little more restrictions, which I was okay with. It was easier times. Then we moved to a big school, where some people were poor, some middle class, and most REALLY well off.


That's when I realized that we didn't have much money. We moved into a home improvement project, that to this day (4-5 yrs later) are still not done. Why aren't they done? Because, we don't have the money to fix them, and my dad is a truck driver...so he's not home much to even bother. Thank goodness for college!



I am so glad that I'm in college and trying to succeed. I'm going to have an actual career! I'm going to make money and be independent! Which is what my parents want...and what parent wouldn't want that for their kids??

-Native

GOD

Every day I am astounded by the sheer reaction to those three letters in that order.
G
O
D
The word that changes worlds.
And hearts.
Wars
Salvation
Tragedy
Shelter
Poverty
Prosperity.
I am confounded everyday by the thought of our God.
Not that he is real or what hes created or what he allows and what he causes.
Because I, a finite nothing will never understand God.
I am consumed at the sight of how man has corrupted what hes given them.
He created a beautiful planet; we've nearly destroyed it.
He's given us knowledge; we choose to deny his very existence with it.
He's given us life; we've decided its okay to destroy it before it begins through abortion.
He has given us great nations and prosperity; we kill and steal everyday, locally and in War.
He has given us love; yet every day people protest the right of gay marriage.
Not trying to be intense.
But WHAT HAPPENED!?
Why does this world choose to deny the greatest love in the world?
G
O
D

I know this is a fun blog...
But I'm just kinda sad today.
Sorry......



~Black