An Experiment

I originally created Carried in His Hands (my religion blog) as a way to separate my religious life and my secular life so my readers would not have to weed through one or the other to find what they wanted. At this point, however, I am so wrapped up in religion that it IS my everyday life. Therefore, I am going to try only keeping up one blog, carriedinhishands.blogspot.com , and use it for everything. Please sign up to follow me there!

"My" Little Girl

(Please note that I am posting this on three of my blogs!)

A few of you may remember my commitment to be a prayer warrior for a sweet Russian girl with Down Syndrome who is living in an orphanage. The idea of the prayer warrior system is that each warrior is assigned a specific child for whom to pray every day. Due to life circumstances, I can no longer fulfill that commitment, but I am determined to find a new prayer warrior for "Erin." Just email laurie@reecesrainbow.org and ask to be "Erin's" prayer warrior.

You can see "Erin" by following this link and scrolling down:
http://reecesrainbow.org/category/waitingbycountry/russia/1region

Thank you so much!

See You Over There!

I am switching back to my pain blog, teenagelifewithpain.blogspot.com, until further notice. It's too much work to keep two/three blogs at once. See you there!

IMPORTANT

There is a boy in my class at school who is in the ICU,very sick...prayers please.

Sad Update

It has taken me a long time to gather the courage to write this post because I didn't want this to be real.

But it is.

Last week, a six pound ball hit my foot. (See my pain blog for more about my feet.) By the next day, I was in worse pain than I'd felt in months, and it's only gotten worse since then. The pain cycles up and down throughout the day, but each day's "highs" are worse than the last's.

I am fighting hard this time. I refuse to be disabled again. I am walking; I am running; I am dancing. And I'm proud of myself for fighting so hard.

But it hurts. I don't know how long I can keep fighting. I keep telling myself that I only need to hang on for one more day, and that it might be better tomorrow.

Nevertheless, I am scared sh*tless.

Glad

I am GLAD I donated to Reece's Rainbow yesterday. It feels RIGHT. I will definitely donate a majority of my birthday money next year. I feel WONDERFUL...and I'm eighteen!

My Birthday

Overall, I had a very nice day. My advisor (homeroom teacher) baked me a cake, so I had some. Everybody knew it was my birthday because of the mass emails that get sent out on birthdays at my school. I made a donation to Reece's Rainbow--the highlight of my day!--and I will have another cake with my dormmates tonight.

But--just being honest here--something was missing. I know Reece's Rainbow is important. I know those donations are critical to saving lives. But honestly, I wanted something I could open. Next year I will get myself a small gift and donate the rest of my birthday money.

And so now I am eighteen. I can vote. I can sign my own medical forms. I am legally my own.

What a privilege. What a responsibility. Wow.