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ooops, I got so used to talking to people on the phone and email lately that I forgot about poor little blogger... I got contact lenses, and saw a fruit bat or flying fox as they are also known, up our street. Adriahna went to camp and had a great time. Cheyenne is at camp right now. She had a rough start, but is having a blast
now.

Being a mother of two teenage daughters is surreal! I didn't have a mother when I was a teenager, and rebelled against anyone who would try to exercise that roll in any way. Somehow God has given me the tools and continues to give me the tools to try to help out my girls as they transition into womanhood... not an easy task for any of us. I do believe that God used my time as a youth pastor to prepare me for this. During that time in my life I both grew up and learned how to help other girls grow up too. I wasn't perfect as any of the girls in our youth group could tell you, but I was there. Even when I had no answers, and no way to fix it. We can get through anything, as long as we aren't alone. That's just my opinion. Cheyenne asked me how I got through that stage in my life alone (crappy teenage years). I told her I barely got through, and at that time started doing drugs. But God was always there, and brought me though. The faith that I have now is deep rooted in many experiences of hard times... and out of that comes a faith that I wouldn't give up for anything. It's way beyond the Santa faith that we all have in the beginning. Santa dies as soon as things repeatedly don't work the way we thought they would. In place of Kris Cringle we get a ugly, bloody, Jewish man.

I mean, if Santa Clause was God could you even call it free will?