Scripture or push my faith on them. SO this is what i came up with. I kinda like it. Not my best work but hey its pretty good * i think * well i was bored so i put it on here.

I can say yes to every question I have just asked you, and many more. I’m not going to go into my life story because then you might think I want you to feel sorry for me. And that’s just the opposite, I want you to know how I got through all that without doing something stupid, running away, doing drugs, or resorting to alcohol. I suppose I should say "who" got me through it, instead of "how". I will tell you a little about myself before I tell you about "who" got me through my troubles.

I’m just an ordinary girl. I stand 5 feet and 1 inch tall, I have brown/blonde hair, I have blue eyes and braces. I’m in love with horses and I am home-schooled. Yeah, yeah you might think home-schoolers are weird, all I have to say is 5 little words "I Get To Sleep In" and I’m just as smart and maybe smarter then some kids in public school. I try to help out at my local church, watching kids. I love baby-sitting, just like any ordinary girl does. So you get the picture I am your average Jo.

Now here is the part where you learn "who" got me through my troubles, hard times, crying nights, mad hits to my pillow, and screaming fights with myself. He is not your average Jo. No His not my boyfriend and His not my brother, nor is it my father. So who could it be….that’s for you to figure out and for me to know. I’ll just tell you how He got me through it all. First of all He gave me a FANTASTIC family I can lean on. Second He wrote a book for me to read every day that made getting through that much easier, now I can’t lie to you, there were days I didn’t read the book He wrote me. And there were days I didn’t go to His house on Sunday mornings, but on those days my life seemed to get a little harder and more complicated.

Getting to the point, let me give you an instance where He helped me through a hard time. Let’s go with when we moved. You might think moving is not a big deal, but to me it was. You see the house I used to live in when I was a kid, was a dream home. No it wasn’t a big house with a big yard, pool, and the red front door. It was a little Blue home (not a house, a home) on top of a hill. But the memories made in that house will never be forgotten. Life seemed so easy there, but once we moved it was like a chain reaction of bad things happening one after another. We moved a bunch of times after that blue house. And ever since then I have yet to live in a house that felt like a home. During the chain reaction of hard times I kept crying out asking "WHY?". And ever time I felt like I was talking to thin air. But not once did I give up on Him. And when I hit 11 I cried out and He replied me, he held my hand and walked me through the valley of darkness (so to speak). And still to this day we are walking through the valley of darkness. But I can see the light shining in the distance, He has yet to let go of my hand, and I know He never will.

Have you figured out who I am talking about yet? He is not your average Jo, you can’t meet Him walking down the street. I am SO glad I didn’t give up , because if I did, I would be walking through the valley of darkness alone.

Are You Walking Through The Valley Of Darkness Alone?...... you don’t have to be alone.