Never Giving Up

I have been trying to write this blog post now for a few weeks. With all the amazing things that are going on in my life it was hard to find the right words. Not that the natural high has worn off, maybe I can think of something fabulous to say.

After a rough year things are finally starting to look up for me. I made it through the 9 month medical assistant program graduating {with honors} a few weeks ago. When I sat back and really thought about it, thought about my situation while I was in school I have to take a step back and say "wow!" How the hell did I manage to get through school while raising my daughter and living in a shelter and not manage to kill anyone? A friend told me that I am an inspiration to single mother's out there. I didn't feel it until I really thought about my circumstances.

Despite everything I didn't give up. Giving up wasn't in my vocabulary because I had Isabella to think about. I want a good life for her so I had to get through school so I could get a good job. I was hoping to get hired on at my externship site, but after the 2 months I was there I decided it wouldn't be a good place to work. I did enjoy my time there and I learned a lot, but once I got used to the doctor and the other staff I was ready to go. So now that I am graduated I am back in the job search pool. I have already been on 2 interviews and I am hoping this second one works out. I will talk about that in a few minutes, but first...

A week after I did my exit interview and walk through at school I took my RMA {registered medical assistant} exam. It snuck up on me quickly. I wasn't prepared for it, but I went in there confident I knew the material. After all I did just finish school {did I mention I graduated with honors?}. I said a prayer on my way to the testing center then again right before I took the exam. The exam was 210 questions and I had 2 hours to finish it. I finished in just over an hour, and since the exam was done on the computer I got my score immediately. I closed my eyes as I waited, nervous. You had to score a 70 or above to pass. I scored an 83. My jaw hit the floor in shock as my heart wanted to sore right out of my chest. I was shocked that I had passed since I hadn't even studied for the exam and I was so happy! I left the testing center not being able to keep the grin off my face. I called and texted everyone I knew to tell them. I was so happy that things were going in my favor that I wanted to cry {happy tears} when I sat and really thought about it.

I have never had such amazing accomplishments in my life, so all of this was a huge deal to me. I finally feel worthy and I like I am good enough for anything. Although I am still living in transitional housing, it's a great place for me to be. I moved to a different housing facility while I was doing my externship and it's more independent living than where I was before. It's an actual 1 bedroom apartment, but this plays requires a lot more from you. They help you more to get back on your feet and take care of any financial things that may prevent you from getting an apartment or anything else for that matter. It's a lot of work but well worth it if it makes me a better person.

Ok, so back to the job interview I had. It was at an orthopedic surgeon's office {wow, I know!}. I would be starting out part time and in the front office. I know that's not what I went to school for, but this particular doctor has only been in practice for about 2 years. His practice is starting to grow thus needed more help. There is room for growth {such as moving to back office and going full time}. I was so excited and felt so positive about the job when I left the interview. I felt that this would be a really good starting point for me in my career in the medical field. I mailed off an interview thank you letter the next day and I should be hearing something back from them this week. I have been praying about it and staying positive.

Well, I think that is all the good news I have to share right now. Life is good and God always sees you through your darkest hour. I am living proof of that. Until next time, my friends.

Much love.

Life's Curveballs

Sometimes life can throw you a serious curveball. One you weren't anticipating. I know I was thrown the mother of all curveballs last year. In a 12 month time span I lost my job. I struggled to find a new one so I then lost my apartment because I couldn't afford it (remember no job). Thus leaving me to move into a transitional housing facility (aka homeless shelter). Even through all that I kept my faith and believed that this was something I had to go through, as hard as it was.

About a month and a half after moving I enrolled in vocational training at Texas School of Business to become a medical assistant. I had never been more excited about school. For the 2 weeks before I started I was practically bouncing with excitement. Then school started, and now almost 7 months later I have 10 days left of in class then I start my externship. Even with everything else I've had to deal with along with school (being a parent and the worries of living in a shelter), I have managed to maintain straight As through school. It only took me 31 years to find my niche in life. It feels good to finally know what I am good at and that when all is said and done, I will have a career. Not just a job, but a career!



My daughter, who turns 4 in 2 weeks, has grown and blossomed so much as well. She is at a wonderful daycare (that doesn't cost me a penny, how lucky is that?), and she loves it as much as I do. They take such wonderful care of the kids and they have so many services to help out each family. A few months ago, Isabella started stuttering, BAD. I mentioned it to her teacher and so she was then evaluated by the speech therapist. about a month or so later I noticed a huge difference in her stuttering. It's things like this that make this school so special.



At Christmas we got so many gifts from her daycare and from the place we stay. I was so overwhelmed and my heart was so full of gratitude. A friend once told me that going through this part of my life will leave me with a better understanding and appreciation of life. I do believe she's right. So far I have learned to take things in stride and to take hand me downs (not just for Isabella but for me as well) with an open and thankful heart. I am learning not to take things for granted. To be thankful for what I have and not wanting more.



It's been a huge learning experience and one I am so thankful for going through. It hasn't been a cake walk, but I know that if I can get through this I can get through anything. I have to credit my mom too. She has been such a huge supporter and encourager through all this. I hope she knows how much I appreciate her and all of her help (financially and emotionally). I am also so thankful for some of the ladies I have met and befriended. They help me to know what true compassion is and I know that God is working through me to help them.



I often wonder how me and one of the ladies I live with became friends. She's a 60 year old black woman and I am a 31 year old white woman. We come from completely different backgrounds, but something with us just clicked. She struggles a lot with demons from her past, even still, and I do what I can to help her over come them. I write down inspiring lyrics from songs. I tell her stories from my past. Just simple things. God put us together for a reason. I want to post a picture of her and my daughter, but I'm not. I am going to respect her privacy and not put a picture out there for all the world to see. Like my mom said, "she's been through hell and back, but she's a nice lady."

So you see, even through this curveball, life is still positive. I am not just sitting back feeling sorry for myself. I am out there doing something to make life better. To be where I'm suppose to be. It's a ride, a beautiful one. Hopefully it won't be another year before I post again. Until then, though, may God see you through your own curveballs, not matter how big or small they may seem.

God Bless.

I'm Not Giving Up, I'm Just Giving it to God

Use less, love more, drive less, give more, worry less, praise more, pride less, spirit more. May we accept the gift into the world, and treat the world as if it's a gift.

A friend of mine posted this as his status a few days ago, and I have to point out the last sentence. (May we accept the gift into the world, and treat the world as if it's a gift.) Yes, the world is a gift. After all, we needed somewhere to live when God created us, so yes, it's a gift. We have to treat it as such. Handle it with care. Respect it. And as shitty as it is now, we still have to see the beauty in it.

Like a sunset.

Two friends with different religions. One Christian and one Muslim.

The perfect picture between a mother and her child.

A sleeping child.

A 21 year old who almost died twice after having a brain tumor removed. Walking proof that God does answer prayers!

Ok, so these photos are pictures of my world, but it's just as beautiful as the whole. I have been thinking a lot about life and love the past couple of weeks, and although things haven't worked out like I wanted them to in a certain area, I can't complain. 2011 has been VERY kind to me, so how can I ask for more? I can't. The photos above remind me to be thankful for what I have. To be kind and good. To show compassion. To offer to help someone and not expect anything in return. To be the best friend, daughter, mother I can be.

I've noticed a change in myself recently. A certain air of confidence in knowing I can be perfectly content in life, and how to leave it all up to God.

In His name I pray, and I know those prayers will be answered. Eventually.

1,000 Lights

As the year is quickly coming to an end, all I can think of that would make a perfect ending is love. Love, as in the kind a woman gives a man and a man gives a woman. I'm not saying I'll be in love before the new year, but getting a potential candidate for love would be nice. The one who steals glances from across the room. Or smiles as we cross paths. That divorced father of 3 who consumes my thoughts even when I barely know him.

Wow! I didn't see that one coming! A divorced father of 3. It would have been hypocritical of me to say I don't want to date a guy with kids, when hello, I have one. But 3! That can be very daunting when I only have one. However, I found myself unphased by that fact. I find his kids beautifully charming, and they seem to adore their dad. And he reciprocates that adoration.

I haven't told many people about him. Let me rephrase that, I haven't told many people about my feelings for him. These...these feelings I don't understand. These feelings that bring back so much hurt I thought had healed a long time ago. They have taken me on an emotional roller coaster already and I haven't even gotten a first date...yet. I am optimistic. I am a hopeless romantic. I believe in love at first sight. As I wrote in a piece of poetry many years ago: I believe that love at first sight only happens once, if it's lucky enough to find me.

Has that time come?

I asked God that question this morning at church as I watched him take communion with his kids. He knelt at the altar rail with his youngest daughter the same way I kneel with Isabella. She stands against the rail as he knelt behind her, knees barely on the step, with one arm on either side of her. After they get their bread and their wine they head back to their seats, then it's my turn, and I just happen to take the space at the rail they had just vacated. That really doesn't bare any significance to my tale, so moving on...

I should tell you about how we "officially" met. I have to give full credit to my beautiful 2 year old. She stays in the nursery the whole service, so after it was over I went to get her, and as we are walking back in the other building, he is standing just inside the door with his kids. Isabella goes running into the middle of them. I smile at him and grab her hand to get her a cookie off the snack table. She gets her cookie and goes running right back into the middle of them. She munches her cookie as she goes one way and then rounds back and nearly smacks face first into his son. As they stand toe to toe not sure what to do, he leans over and says how it's all about the snacks for the kids. We said a few more things before I stuck my hand out and said, "I'm Teri, by the way. I don't believe we've ever met." There was something very comfortable in that gesture.

Isabella had climbed up at the end of the pew where his kids were sitting. Seeing the 4 of them sitting there felt...right. Just amazing. It was a sight I never thought I would feel so...
...shoot, I still can't think of a good word.

I titled this blog entry 1,000 Lights after a Javier Colon song because that song just makes me completely think about him and seems to explain how I feel.

There's a light there's a road that we're walking.
Different paths to the point where they're crossing.
With each step is one step closer to you.
As the sun says goodbye in the distance.
1,000 lights light the sky like they missed us
But each one is lighting my way to you.

This love, it's taking me over
It's making me feel something that
I don't understand.
This heart it couldn't beat any faster
Tonight a thousand lights,
they shine, shine for us.

Anywho, Now that I have bored y'all enough, I think it's time for this girl to go. Until my next adventure...

God's Peace.