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I am alive!

It has been almost a month since I have checked in, and I am sorry! Life seems to flip upside down every few years…not sure why, but this seems to be a trend for our family. I could do without it b/c I am a creature of habit, and I hate change even though I know it will stretch me. Left to my devices I would sit in the same place for a lifetime L

I am freelancing full-time now so it makes me a little wore out from being on the computer! Writing all kinds of essays, research papers etc. Trying to earn my keep! LOL I also have once again….drum roll…gone back to school yet again! I think I figured out what I wanted to be when I grow up.  I am majoring in criminal justice. This will allow me more access and pull to advocate for victims of any kind of abuse.

I didn’t see this coming, but sometimes I just have to trust that God knows my path. I have also felt myself pull back due to some betrayal from people I thought would not desert me. Needless to say they did. I hate it, b/c I have worked hard not to be pessimistic, but this is another proverbial nail in the coffin. I have to keep people at arm’s length.

I am grateful though everyday to my loyal fans that I see post regularly. You guys truly keep me focused on the goal. You have enriched my life more than you will ever know. I hope to not be gone so long this time! I will try. Please know you are all in my thoughts and prayers everyday! God is powerful. Never think something is insurmountable.  Faith can move mountains. (just not in our time…)

Yours truly,
april

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