Grow up, Meghan.

Pretty sure it's been way to long since the last time I blogged. I mean, it's only been like a week.. buuuut still! TOO LONG!
Things cross my mind every single day and I tell myself to blog about it, but then.. I forget what I wanted to blog about. Sooo.. hence, this post just might be all over the place. I'll try and pull it together the best I can.

Moving to Arkansas has been a huge struggle for me. Not only in the aspect of now being an extremely poor teenager living in a house and having to pay bills but just the simple fact of trying to adjust to things. It's not easy.
I have been blessed with having some incredible families who are here for me whenever I need them! Including, the Cornett's, the Mohler's, the Starr's and the Schoolcraft's. I appreciate all of their hospitality immensely! I'm so thankful!

Continuing on, I guess moving has given me the idea to never give up and to never lose hope. It's difficult sometimes to look past everything going wrong and to just concentrate on the negatives.. but it's so important to find the positives, even if they are deeeep down inside.
For awhile, it seemed as if nothing was going right for me.. I just wanted to give up and move back home because that's where I was comfortable. That is where I knew where I was, where I wanted to go and could get anywhere without getting lost. I had my special little bubble there. I knew exactly what my day would like that and it felt good to me.
If I would of chose to stay there and never move past that "comfortable" stage of mine, how would I of ever grown from it? I wouldn't of. I'm the type of person that needs a serious adjustment to realize who I am, because it forces me to figure out what to do in situations. It forces me to actually use my brain and think about what I should and shouldn't do next.
And I'll tell you what, I never noticed all the things I didn't know how to do until I moved away. I let myself get wayyyy too comfy with my parents doing everything for me.. Don't get me wrong, I'm blessed for everything they did for me but I'm to the point now, where I need to start learning on my own and in the long run, GROW UP.
You'd think that statement would be easy for me to achieve.. it's only 6 letters long. Not to complicated, right?
Wrong.
I just cannot seem to figure it out yet. I'm too stubborn in my old ways that I'm not willing to move on.
Or maybe I'm just scared.

Yes. That would be it.
I am scared to move on. I'm scared to get a job. I'm scared of what people will think of me. I'm scared to do things I have never done before. I'm scared to run out of money. I'm scared that I won't be successful. I'm scared that I will become weak.
I'm scared. Period.
 So let me give ya'll some advice..
I cannot stress to you enough the importance of praying when you're scared. Just lifting up all your fears to God. Hand them over to Him. Trust me.. I have been there, done that. He knows what you are feeling, He has been through everything. He is God, remember?
Plus, He knows your prayers before you even pray them. He's intense. He doesn't joke around.


To wrap all of this mess, all over the place, scrambled stuff up, I just want to say.. Let God be your hope. Don't think you can't go on, because you can. He never goes away.  
He is a 365 days, 24/7, forever kind of guy.