SEW UP YOUR HORSE

My teacher told us a story of her parents. I absolutely loved it, found great insight from it, and thought I would share:

In the middle of The Great Depression her mother and father lived on a little farm here in Utah. Like most at this time, they were unable to make ends meet. At night her father would sneek on the train and go town to town looking for work and send anything he made home to his wife and six children. Her mother took care of the farm and everything that went along with it. They had one horse and in the middle of the night something scared the horse and it went running. It ran right into a barbwire fence and slashed it's chest. The wound was very deep and her mother knew that the horse would not live if it weren't attended too immediately. They couldn't call for a doctor because this horse what their only mode of transportation. She gathered her children and together they tied the horse down and each of the six children sat on the horse. She took her darning needle and some yarn and began to stitch up the wound. Of course she had no training in such things, and there is no way that those, or any, children could hold this horse during such a procedure, but the horse lived and somehow everything worked out for this family.

I know that we have all heard such stories and think, wow that's cool, but that would never happen to me. Well, know this...hard times are sure to come. In these hard times, I hope we can remember that within us we all have the ability to overcome ANY AND EVERY SITUATION!! When you are faced with something you are sure is too much to bare, remember this phrase, "Sew up your horse!" Although we will probably will never face a thing such as this, we will face our own situations where we are sure that this is it, and there is no overcoming. YOU CAN DO IT!! God has given us each the power we need to get through anything. Trust in Him, and "SEW UP YOUR HORSE!"

The waiting is finally over...

My letter came...is it good, is it bad?! , here's what it says, "The Early Childhood Education Admissions Committee has reviewed you application and I am happy to inform you that you have been accepted into the Early Childhood Education (ECE) program for Winter Semester, 2009." If you said good news, you were right!!! YAY!!! This couldn't have come on a better day, I'm not sure I could handle anymore crap handed to me.

Will I be framing this?! YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!!!!!

Sick and Tired

I know it's been a while since I last posted and I have gotten daily calls or emails from my sister asking if I have heard anything about my major. Nope, nothing yet. I just woke up three hours ago and for the life of me I can't go back to sleep. I was really hoping to go back to school and work tomorrow. I went to bed early feeling better thinking if I got sleep I would be able to go back. Of course I wake up in tons of pain and feel like I have gotten absoltely no where in this whole mess. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired!!!
I'm so sick of doctors! I called this morning to tell them what is going on, and they say I need to come in right away. I come in, the nurse tells me one thing, the doctor comes in and literally spends 2 min. tops with me and diagnoses me with something completely different, hands me a prescription and walks out! He didn't tell me anything about what to do, what it is, what to expect, NOTHING. Um...OK?! This guy was my doctor and when I started having all kinds of health problems. I was sick of going in having him hand me a prescription and nothing ever changing, so I started seeing his PA...WHOM I LOVE...but he is out of town (of course). His diagnoses is probably right, I don't know, frankly at this point I don't care because I'm not going back. I just wish that he acted like he cared or even talked to me like he had a basis for his diagnosis rather than saying here it is, call Friday, walking out, and sending me home to cry.
If it weren't for my wonderful sister and my friends I'm not sure I would have made it through this horrible day!! A friend from high school used to say, "Boo you whore" (from Mean Girls) and after the doctor talked to me that is all I wanted to say. "Boo you whore". On that note, I'm going to go find yet another movie to watch, hopefully one that will justify crying...