Thank you for being a friend

This is the title of my blog because as I sat down to write this blog, The Golden Girls came on. I really like this show. It always makes me laugh and I love the fact that it can be related to real life friend groups. It has the negative friend, the optimistic common senseless friend, the too honest friend, and the slut. 

Anyway, that is not at all what this is about, haha... I have been thinking a lot since my last post. This is my second to last night at home before I head back to school and its very bittersweet. I really do enjoy being at home and spending time with my parents. As I get older, I find it easier to just sit in the living room and hang out with them. I'm actually excited to grow up and see how my relationship with them changes. Back to that bittersweetness... I am also very excited to move back to school. I miss the people and the atmosphere. I am so ready to start my sophomore year. I'm not sure exactly why. It is a mix of the people I will be living around, my mindset for this year, the location of my dorm, and my working relationship with Jesus.

The Charismatic Mass Was AMAZING. I noticed a few things. First, everyone worships in their own way, and it stops at no age. Some people raise their hands. Some people close their eyes. One of my favorites were the old ladies in the front row. One lady danced around with flags that matched her dress. I'm sure her outfit and flags symbolized something...but I haven't a clue what. The lady next to her got some kind of workout every time a new song came on. I have never seen someone dance and sing as much as her for the lord. The point is that these women didn't care one bit who was watching them or how silly they may have looked. They only care about praising the lord. Another thing I loved to see was a couple attending the conference together. They were probably in their 70s. The wife stood up and her husband sat next to her. His hands were stretched as high as they could go and his wife next to him held one of his hands and raised her other. It was such a beautiful site to see the couple praising the lord as one unit. I hope to be like them one day :)

I wish I could have attended more of the conference. There were people of all ages and everyone was experiencing something for them selves. The coolest thing to me probably was the fact that all of the people were Catholic. So much for the boring-same-thing-every-week kind of Mass. I pray more Catholics could experience something like this. 

We sang "This Little Light of Mine." I haven't really sang this song since I was in elementary school. I loved repeating the words though. I want to let my little light SHINE. There is no reason I shouldn't let it do so! I shouldn't hide it or let anyone blow it out. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I am still trying to be more open about speaking about God in front of people. I haven't necessarily said much to people, but I have tried to be a nicer person and be more aware of those around me and their feelings and where they come from. 

I have to start praying more. I pray throughout the day, little requests as the day goes on, but I really need to set aside some time to pray whole-heartedly and listen. yesss, listen. That is so hard. This is what I will work on the most. 

You all have a wonderful week and thank you for reading :)

Heart Throb

Well I have decided to follow the crowd and start a blog. The crowd consisting of three people of course... but anyway, I have considered doing it for a while. It always seemed like something I would enjoy. I'm not the biggest fan of writing but I find myself thinking about how I's really like to put my thoughts on paper, or a computer screen, I suppose.


I think a "Heart Throb" usually refers to a very cute boy who seems to make your heart go crazy, but thats the first thing I thought of when I selected "Create First Blog" (or whatever that button said) because I'm pretty sure my heart beat increased just a bit. Honestly though, I'm not sure why... I shouldn't be nervous about writing a blog. it doesn't matter too much to me who reads it, or if anyone reads it for that matter. I'm writing this.... I'm not sure exactly why I'm writing this. Its not really just to follow the crowd... I do actually feel like I should be doing this. 


I just finished working 45 hours this week and I should be in bed because I have to get up early for Mass. But after reading a friend's recent blog post, I decided now is as good as any other time to begin! So here I am sitting on my bed next to my black cat whom I only like sometimes, wondering what to write about next... I know I want to focus on God in my blog as much as possible. I am trying to not be afraid of talking about God in any given situation... That is probably my main goal as of now, other than working on building my relationship with Him in general... I find myself afraid to speak about Him when I feel lead to. 


For example... Tuesday at work, it was a typical set up day, nothing too exciting. For the first time ever, I left work for my lunch break with all of the other ladies I work with. We went to Wendy's and as I was leaving, I got a phone call from TC, the director of a program I am in at school. He was calling to inform me that I am now eligible to be a full scholarship participant in the program. This means I have a full ride. No money. I couldn't believe it, honestly. I was overwhelmed with emotion. On the way back from my lunch break, I stopped by my mom's office to share the good news with her. She was just as excited as me, if not more. We even called Tony, my step-dad, right then and there to tell him as well. By the time I got back to work, she had already called and told one of their other ladies at my work. Needless to say, I have had countless people coming up to me since Tuesday telling me congratulations. I wanted my mom to quit telling people. I know that it is something I should be proud of and enjoy telling people, but I also wanted to tell them about how much of a blessing it is. It means so much to me that God would lay his hands on this situation. It all makes so much sense... I didn't get the scholarship last year because I needed to learn to not take things for granted and appreciate what God has given me. TC called just in time for me to stop by and tell my mom in person. God knew how happy it would make her. :) I cannot get mad at her for wanting to tell everyone she knows. She is just another proud parent, and I love her for that.


Since getting the good news, I have realized how blessed I truly am. And it was only today that I realized how people are usually completely accepting and open when you want to talk to them about God and about how He works on our lives. I am going to Little Rock in the morning for Mass at the Charismatic Conference. I cannot wait :)


Oh, and the name of my blog "alegría" means joy in Spanish. It is the emotion I probably enjoy the most... 


One last thing. I owe a gigantic thank you to my friends who have started blogs. Your silent encouragement has really gotten me going with this. You all are awesome :)


Thank you so much for reading! Hope I didn't bore you or anything ;)