My Big Brother

Ok. here it goes. this is my first real blog. the other one doesn’t count. I was just thinking about all the stories I’m gonna have once I’m older and once this is all over. being homeless has made a lot of things hard for me. but it has also done me so much good! I got to know more things about people and got a look at what there life is like. I also got to be a a Godly example to the people at the shelter. but most of all I’ve gotten closer to my family. I know it sounds weird that being away from your family brings you closer to then but, its true! I especially got much closer to my big brother Shane. we talk more then we used to and are more open with each other now. we actually act like we know each other now! he even took a picture with my sister! in front of his friends!

I love being a little sister! I get to tell all of my friends that he’s the coolest big brother in the world! I laugh when they say “My brother would never do that!” Another thing about being a little sister is that I’m the one that gets to cheer him on at all of his baseball games. I’m the one screaming the loudest when he just hits a single. I’m so proud of him! I’m sure that He’ll make the majors! But he’s not just the best catcher in the league, He’s a great kid. All of his teammates think he’s cool and all of is coaches love him! He’s the kind of kid that people want to hang out with. He was asked to be in the Elite Showcase. That’s for the best players around! But no matter how good the other players might be, Shane is (by light years!) the best player of all!

So Beautiful

Hi my name is Faith. For me I never used to worry about how I looked. But as I got older I started to worry about what other people thought of me.I would try to look nice wherever I went. Every time I looked in the mirror I thought I looked ugly. I would always see my crooked teeth and the scar on my face. But then one day I was walking to my friends house with my mom and on the way my mom started talking to some older women. Then one of them looked at me and said “You look so beautiful! You should be a model!” I was shocked! No one had ever said anything like that to me ever! But even after that I would still think of myself as ugly.
Then awhile later one of the ladies at my church told me that I looked gorgeous. I could never believe it. Then a week or two after that one of my friends saw some pictures of me and told me that I should be a model. Even with everyone around me saying I was beautiful I refused to believe it. Now i try to remind myself “God thinks I’m beautiful, thats all that matters.”
Every time I feel ugly I listen to songs that encourage me like So Beautiful, not songs that bring me down. Talking to my friends or my family always helps me to feel better about myself. But I always pray about it, God has helped me through so much!!! Some times I feel discouraged when my friends or the people around me look so much better then I do. But I try to remember that true beauty comes from the inside. I may never be Mrs. America, I may never get married or even have a boyfriend, but if people only like me for how I look they wont see the real me. If someone only loved me for my beauty that wouldn’t be real love at all, real love is when someone loves you for who you are. My mom helped me learn that, and that’s my story.