Weak Loser.

Today at church I was told we are weak losers or should be. Christianity is not only a religion it's a way of life that is all about death. Depressed yet? I was at first and then began to realize how hopeful a dead weak looser is. Ironic? Maybe. Over the last 6 weeks or so, I have learned more about myself, becoming mother of worth, a daughter, a friend and striving to die to myself. I never thought my journey would ultimately lead me to a life in California, but I wouldn't change my decision for anything. I am writing again. Not only on a blog but for an online magazine that will launch August 15th (ish). I have also been able to inspire others to write and have their voices heard through words, and I have obtained a part time job as a photographers assistant. I love my life. There are days where Texas is greatly missed (especially my mom and dad). But other days, I have come to realize I have grown more in the past month than I had in the past year in Texas. I am striving everyday to die to myself and carry a cross. He didn't say it was easy. I can vouch- it's not. But, I wouldn't be the woman I am today without that wood cross. So as today is Father's day- I want to say how thankful for my dad. He has loved me provided for me and given me wisdom throughout my life. I am forever grateful for your heart and love for me. I am also in such thanks for my heavenly Father who has saved me by GRACE. So this day is for HIM too. It sounds weird to say that I want to be weak loser but I'd rather be weak of myself and a looser through the eyes of the wicked than self absorbed "winner". So thanks Dad(s) for helping me be a weak loser.