Breetelgeuse

Also, material that encourages you to write your own.

These aren’t metaphors.

I saw Him a couple weeks ago in the eyes of the homeless lady I gave my jacket to when she refused 5 bucks for some deodorant saying, “I can’t take your money. You’ve already done enough. Thank you.”

I have seen Him ferment the walls and ceiling at church in the midst of the music.

I have seen Him walk around me in prayer in my bedroom.

I have literally felt His hand on my shoulders and back. It wasn’t anybody else, I even turned around and checked to make sure.

I saw Him dance around the young girl who came up to me in the midst of a busy Saturday night at work. She told me she gets dragged into alley ways at school and is beaten up because she is different, because she wears unique headbands and sings all the time no matter where she is and who is around her. I saw God put his arms around her as she smiled when I said, “You are special. Other people make fun of you because they see that. They wish they were as bold and unique as you.” Those were not my words. I remember saying them, but I remember not thinking them up myself. They just came like vomit.

I see God when I look at toddlers. If only the thousands of parents knew that I am praying for their children, even if they are just passing by.

Listen. I have a crazy life story and I am only 20. Imagine what God will do with me in the next 20 years. I can’t stop now. I refuse to keep quiet about my experiences. These are only a few recent experiences. People, you gotta listen. I’m not very different from you. I have a typical job at a restaurant, live in a typical middle class area, eat regular food (Mm, burgers), I look Canadian, I’m just a young woman. But, I am set apart and God is working through me sometimes without me even knowing it.

*Edit: I just think it’s funny when people say God isn’t real because you can’t see Him. How silly, to believe that all there is to life is just what we see with our pair of physical eyes. What a shallow, sad life that would be. To live only by what we see in front of us.

I will never give under 100% of my effort and energy to my craft. I pray about meeting and working with the right people. It is happening. My dreams are coming true one by one. I believe I have met a few key people that will continuously help me out and it will all pay off later. I will keep you posted on the many triumphs and troubles of my journey, but I want you to understand this: I am a hard worker. I want to help heal people, I want them to hear my music and be changed. I want to have fun. I want to be as close to perfect as humanly possible. I want to be inspired so that I can inspire. I just want to make music and be a great example.

There are more and more people that approach me and tell me they have a way and can help me get to where I need to be, but I’ve heard nobody else can force you into it, nor will anyone make it happen but yourself.

I am officially going to get my hairstyling license. This is a childhood dream of mine. Music is number one, obviously, but I have had enough complacency and I want to fulfill every dream I have ever had. This is just a small one and may not seem like a big deal to others, but it’s truly something I’ve always wanted to do. Why the heck not? I could potentially open a business. That is my goal.

I anticipate it to get many, many, many views on the Youtube.

Approximately 500 people this week, I’d say, had the opportunity to hear me sing and play live. Blessed.

I’m in my music theory class and there’s somebody drilling into the wall outside. I’m sitting here, trying to figure out the BPM of the tapping hammer and the note the drill is playing. No, I’m not that geeky…. Am I? Hahaha. On the real, though, I love this class. There are some legit fellow musicians I’ve met in here. Alright, back to focusing on cadences and basic music crap I already understand.